text_original: He relied upon his art for bread. And his art had failed him. Nor was it strange, from all that Ernest said. He had composed oratorios, and grand operas, and elaborate symphonies — all the heavy artillery of music.
text_transcription: HE RELIED UPON HIS ART FOR BREAD AND HIS ART HAD FAILED HIM NOR WAS IT STRANGE FROM ALL THAT ERNEST SAID HE HAD COMPOSED ORATORIOS AND GRAND OPERAS AND ELABORATE SYMPHONIES ALL THE HEAVY ARTILLERY OF MUSIC
phonemes: hiː ɹᵻlˈaɪd əpˌɑːn hɪz ˈɑːɹt fɔːɹ bɹˈɛd. ænd hɪz ˈɑːɹt hæd fˈeɪld hˌɪm. nˈɔːɹ wʌz ɪt stɹˈeɪndʒ, fɹʌm ˈɔːl ðæt ˈɜːnɪst sˈɛd. hiː hæd kəmpˈoʊzd ˌɔːɹətˈɔːɹɪˌoʊz, ænd ɡɹˈænd ˈɑːpɚɹəz, ænd ᵻlˈæbɚɹˌeɪt sˈɪmfəniz — ˈɔːl ðə hˈɛvi ɑːɹtˈɪlɚɹi ʌv mjˈuːzɪk.