text_original: * Joyce." He stared at me. " I don't know what you're driving at I think you fellows must have got Joyce on the brain." He returned to his place in the field. I returned to mine. I had an affectionate greeting from Giffard. "That's the second chance you've thrown away.
text_transcription: JOYCE HE STARED AT ME I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DRIVING AT I THINK YOU FELLOWS MUST HAVE GOT JOYCE ON THE BRAIN HE RETURNED TO HIS PLACE IN THE FIELD I RETURNED TO MINE I HAD AN AFFECTIONATE GREETING FROM GIFFORD THAT'S THE SECOND CHANCE YOU'VE THROWN AWAY
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk dʒˈɔɪs." hiː stˈɛɹd æt mˌiː. " aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ wʌt jʊɹ dɹˈaɪvɪŋ æɾ aɪ θˈɪŋk juː fˈɛloʊz mˈʌstɐv ɡɑːt dʒˈɔɪs ɔnðə bɹˈeɪn." hiː ɹᵻtˈɜːnd tə hɪz plˈeɪs ɪnðə fˈiːld. aɪ ɹᵻtˈɜːnd tə mˈaɪn. aɪ hæd ɐn ɐfˈɛkʃənət ɡɹˈiːɾɪŋ fɹʌm dʒˈɪfɚd. "ðæts ðə sˈɛkənd tʃˈæns juːv θɹˈoʊn ɐwˈeɪ.