text_original: What for? My boy, for less than a monkey!" Mr. Nash was lighting a cigarette. "It is only," he observed, "after you have lived some time in France among the French that you begin to realise how much abroad you are." Mr. Kennard stood still to glare at him.
text_transcription: WHAT FOR MY BOY FOR LESS THAN A MONKEY MISTER NESH WAS LIGHTING A CIGARETTE IT IS ONLY HE OBSERVED AFTER YOU HAVE LIVED SOME TIME IN FRANCE AMONG THE FRENCH THAT YOU BEGIN TO REALIZE HOW MUCH ABROAD YOU ARE MISTER KENNETH STOOD STILL TO GLARE AT HIM
phonemes: wˌʌt fɔːɹ? maɪ bˈɔɪ, fɔːɹ lˈɛs ðˌænə mˈʌŋki!" mˈɪstɚ. nˈæʃ wʌz lˈaɪɾɪŋ ɐ sˌɪɡɚɹˈɛt. "ɪɾ ɪz ˈoʊnli," hiː əbzˈɜːvd, "ˈæftɚ juː hæv lˈɪvd sˌʌm tˈaɪm ɪn fɹˈæns ɐmˌʌŋ ðə fɹˈɛntʃ ðæt juː bɪɡˈɪn tə ɹˈiːəlaɪz hˌaʊ mˈʌtʃ ɐbɹˈɔːd juː ɑːɹ." mˈɪstɚ. kˈɛnɚd stˈʊd stˈɪl tə ɡlˈɛɹ æt hˌɪm.