text_original: "Surely — surely I know that air!" It was strange to me. Quaint and sweet and mournful, like the refrain of an old world song. I would I were a musician. I would write it here. " It is a thing of Coursault's ! " Suddenly Ernest threw the door wide open. He went into the hall. I went with him, amused at his eagerness. We stood at the foot of the stairs and listened.
text_transcription: SURELY SURELY I KNOW THAT AIR IT WAS STRANGE TO ME QUAINT AND SWEET AND MOURNFUL LIKE THE REFRAIN OF AN OLD WORLD SONG I WOULD I WERE A MUSICIAN I WOULD WRITE IT HERE IT IS A THING OF COURSE SO'S SUDDENLY EARNEST THREW THE DOOR WIDE OPEN HE WENT INTO THE HALL I WENT WITH HIM AMUSED AT HIS EAGERNESS WE STOOD AT THE FOOT OF THE STAIRS AND LISTENED
phonemes: "ʃˈʊɹli — ʃˈʊɹli aɪ nˈoʊ ðæt ˈɛɹ!" ɪt wʌz stɹˈeɪndʒ tə mˌiː. kwˈeɪnt ænd swˈiːt ænd mˈɔːɹnfəl, lˈaɪk ðə ɹᵻfɹˈeɪn əvən ˈoʊld wˈɜːld sˈɔŋ. aɪ wʊd aɪ wɜːɹ ɐ mjuːzˈɪʃən. aɪ wʊd ɹˈaɪt ɪt hˈɪɹ. " ɪɾ ɪz ɐ θˈɪŋ ʌv kˈɔːɹsɔlts ! " sˈʌdənli ˈɜːnɪst θɹˈuː ðə dˈɔːɹ wˈaɪd ˈoʊpən. hiː wɛnt ˌɪntʊ ðə hˈɔːl. aɪ wˈɛnt wɪð hˌɪm, ɐmjˈuːzd æt hɪz ˈiːɡɚnəs. wiː stˈʊd æt ðə fˈʊt ʌvðə stˈɛɹz ænd lˈɪsənd.