text_original: "Dinner!" I shouted over my uncle's dickey. It was almost the only word that had the magic in it to rouse him from the feast of reason which his own conversation was to him.
text_transcription: DINNER I SHOUTED OVER MY UNCLE'S DICKIE IT WAS ALMOST THE ONLY WORD THAT HAD THE MAGIC IN IT TO ROUSE HIM FROM THE FEAST OF REASON WHICH HIS OWN CONVERSATION WAS TO HIM
phonemes: "dˈɪnɚ!" aɪ ʃˈaʊɾᵻd ˌoʊvɚ maɪ ˈʌŋkəlz dˈɪki. ɪt wʌz ˈɔːlmoʊst ðɪ ˈoʊnli wˈɜːd ðæt hæd ðə mˈædʒɪk ɪn ɪt tə ɹˈaʊz hˌɪm fɹʌmðə fˈiːst ʌv ɹˈiːzən wˌɪtʃ hɪz ˈoʊn kɑːnvɚsˈeɪʃən wʌz tə hˌɪm.