text_original: Philip Major had come upon him in the Strand, standing in the middle of the pavement, staring at the fifth edition of the Evening Glimmer. "That's what it is — rum I I can't help thinking, you know, that there must be something wrong." "What's the matter?"
text_transcription: PHILIP MAJOR HAD COME UPON HIM IN THE STRAND STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PAVEMENT STARING AT THE FIFTH EDITION OF THE EVENING GLIMMER THAT'S WHAT IT IS RUM I CAN'T HELP THINKING YOU KNOW THAT THERE MUST BE SOMETHING WRONG WHAT'S THE MATTER
phonemes: fˈɪlɪp mˈeɪdʒɚ hæd kˈʌm əpˌɑːn hˌɪm ɪnðə stɹˈænd, stˈændɪŋ ɪnðə mˈɪdəl ʌvðə pˈeɪvmənt, stˈɛɹɪŋ æt ðə fˈɪfθ ᵻdˈɪʃən ʌvðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ ɡlˈɪmɚ. "ðæts wʌt ɪɾ ˈɪz — ɹˈʌm aɪ aɪ kˈænt hˈɛlp θˈɪŋkɪŋ, juː nˈoʊ, ðæt ðɛɹ mˈʌst biː sˈʌmθɪŋ ɹˈɔŋ." "wˌʌts ðə mˈæɾɚ?"