text_original: "He quenches his thirst," answered Cyrus, "and that is all. No harm follows. You see, he has no Sacas to mix his wine for him."
text_transcription: HE QUENCHES HIS THIRST ANSWERED CYRUS AND THAT IS ALL NO HARM FOLLOWS YOU SEE HE HAS NO SACCHUS TO MIX HIS WINE FOR HIM
phonemes: "hiː kwˈɛntʃᵻz hɪz θˈɜːst," ˈænsɚd sˈaɪɹəs, "ænd ðæt ɪz ˈɔːl. nˈoʊ hˈɑːɹm fˈɑːloʊz. juː sˈiː, hiː hɐz nˈoʊ sˈɑːkəz tə mˈɪks hɪz wˈaɪn fɔːɹ hˌɪm."