text_original: "Joyce!" Somehow, as he said this, I felt a trifle queer. It was his face, or his tone, or something. " Didn't you see him throw me ? " I didn't know what he meant But before I couH say so we had another little rough and tumble— one go up and the other go down.
text_transcription: JOYCE SOMEHOW AS HE SAID THIS I FELT A TRIFLE QUEER IT WAS HIS FACE OR HIS TONE OR SOMETHING DIDN'T YOU SEE HIM THROW ME I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HE MEANT BUT BEFORE I COULD SAY SO WE HAD ANOTHER LITTLE ROUGH AND TUMBLE ONE GO UP AND THE OTHER GO DOWN
phonemes: "dʒˈɔɪs!" sˈʌmhaʊ, æz hiː sˈɛd ðˈɪs, aɪ fˈɛlt ɐ tɹˈaɪfəl kwˈɪɹ. ɪt wʌz hɪz fˈeɪs, ɔːɹ hɪz tˈoʊn, ɔːɹ sˈʌmθɪŋ. " dˈɪdnt juː sˈiː hˌɪm θɹˈoʊ mˌiː ? " aɪ dˈɪdnt nˈoʊ wʌt hiː mˈɛnt bˌʌt bᵻfˌɔːɹ aɪ kˈuː ˈeɪtʃ sˈeɪ sˌoʊ wiː hæd ɐnˈʌðɚ lˈɪɾəl ɹˈʌf ænd tˈʌmbəl— wˈʌn ɡˌoʊ ˌʌp ænd ðɪ ˈʌðɚ ɡˌoʊ dˈaʊn.