text_original: XXVIII. But what a puzzle is one's serious mind To open;  oysters, when the ice is thick, Are not so difficult and disinclin'd; And Julio felt the declaration stick About his throat in a most awful kind; However, he contrived by bits to pick His trouble forth,  much like a rotten cork Grop'd from a long necked bottle with a fork.
text_transcription: TWENTY EIGHT BUT WHAT A PUZZLE IS ONE'S SERIOUS MIND TO OPEN OYSTERS WHEN THE ICE IS SICK ARE NOT SO DIFFICULT AND DISINCLINED AND JULIA FELT THE DECLARATION STICK ABOUT HIS THROAT IN A MOST AWFUL KIND HOWEVER HE CONTRIVED BY BITS TO PICK HIS TROUBLE FORTH MUCH LIKE A ROTTEN CORK GROPED FROM A LONG NECKED BOTTLE WITH A FORK
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛnti ˈeɪt. bˌʌt wʌt ɐ pˈʌzəl ɪz wˈʌnz sˈɪɹiəs mˈaɪnd tʊ ˈoʊpən;  ˈɔɪstɚz, wˌɛn ðɪ ˈaɪs ɪz θˈɪk, ɑːɹ nˌɑːt sˌoʊ dˈɪfɪkəlt ænd dˌɪsɪŋklˈɪnd; ænd dʒˈuːlɪˌoʊ fˈɛlt ðə dˌɛklɚɹˈeɪʃən stˈɪk ɐbˌaʊt hɪz θɹˈoʊt ɪn ɐ mˈoʊst ˈɔːfəl kˈaɪnd; haʊˈɛvɚ, hiː kəntɹˈaɪvd baɪ bˈɪts tə pˈɪk hɪz tɹˈʌbəl fˈɔːɹθ,  mˈʌtʃ lˈaɪk ɐ ɹˈɑːʔn̩ kˈɔːɹk ɡɹˈɑːpd fɹʌm ɐ lˈɔŋ nˈɛkt bˈɑːɾəl wɪð ɐ fˈɔːɹk.