text_original: It may take the form of decaying corpses, with their brains dashed out, and their throats all cut, and their bones all broken, in which case they'll haunt us while we slumber, pointing at us spectral fingers as we lie on our unquiet beds " "Pollie!" " What's the matter, my dear ? They'll be quite as cheerful anyhow as rats, and they won't take bites at us. At least, it's to be hoped they won't Ugh ! fancy murdered spectres making their teeth meet in your flesh
text_transcription: IT MAY TAKE THE FORM OF DECAYING CORPSES WITH THEIR BRAINS DASHED OUT AND THEIR THROATS ALL CUT AND THEIR BONES ALL BROKEN IN WHICH CASE THEY'LL HAUNT US WHILE WE SLUMBER POINTING AT US SPECTRAL FINGERS AS WE LIE ON OUR UNQUIET BEDS POLLY WHAT'S THE MATTER MY DEAR THEY'LL BE QUITE AS CHEERFUL ANYHOW AS RATS AND THEY WON'T TAKE BITES AT US AT LEAST IT'S TO BE HOPED THEY WON'T UH FANCY MURDERED SPECTERS MAKING THEIR TEETH MEET IN YOUR FLESH
phonemes: ɪt mˈeɪ tˈeɪk ðə fˈɔːɹm ʌv dᵻkˈeɪɪŋ kˈɔːɹpsᵻz, wɪð ðɛɹ bɹˈeɪnz dˈæʃt ˈaʊt, ænd ðɛɹ θɹˈoʊts ˈɔːl kˈʌt, ænd ðɛɹ bˈoʊnz ˈɔːl bɹˈoʊkən, ɪnwˌɪtʃ kˈeɪs ðeɪl hˈɔːnt ˌʌs wˌaɪl wiː slˈʌmbɚ, pˈɔɪntɪŋ æɾ ˌʌs spˈɛktɹəl fˈɪŋɡɚz æz wiː lˈaɪ ˌɔn ˌaʊɚɹ ʌŋkwˈaɪət bˈɛdz " "pˈɑːli!" " wˌʌts ðə mˈæɾɚ, maɪ dˈɪɹ ? ðeɪl biː kwˈaɪt æz tʃˈɪɹfəl ˈɛnɪhˌaʊ æz ɹˈæts, ænd ðeɪ woʊnt tˈeɪk bˈaɪts æɾ ˌʌs. æt lˈiːst, ɪts təbi hˈoʊpt ðeɪ woʊnt ˈʌɡ ! fˈænsi mˈɜːdɚd spˈɛktɚz mˌeɪkɪŋ ðɛɹ tˈiːθ mˈiːt ɪn jʊɹ flˈɛʃ