text_original: Peeping Tom, late of Coventry, in these more generous days need no longer sit like a sneak at his private shutter. He has only to travel to the beach where a hundred Godivas crowd the sands. I saw myself on the great occasion of our opening night bowing in white tie from the forward box.
text_transcription: PEEPING TOM LATE OF COVENTRY IN THESE MORE GENEROUS DAYS NEED NO LONGER SIT LIKE A SNEAK IN HIS PRIVATE SHUTTER HE IS ONLY TO TRAVEL TO THE BEACH WHERE A HUNDRED GOOD DIVERS CROWD THE SANDS I SAW MYSELF ON THE GREAT OCCASION OF OUR OPENING NIGHT BOWING IN WHITE TIE FROM THE FORWARD BOX
phonemes: pˈiːpɪŋ tˈɑːm, lˈeɪt ʌv kˈɑːvɛntɹi, ɪn ðiːz mˈɔːɹ dʒˈɛnɚɹəs dˈeɪz nˈiːd nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ sˈɪt lˈaɪk ɐ snˈiːk æt hɪz pɹˈaɪvət ʃˈʌɾɚ. hiː hɐz ˈoʊnli tə tɹˈævəl tə ðə bˈiːtʃ wˌɛɹ ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd ɡˈɑːdɪvəz kɹˈaʊd ðə sˈændz. aɪ sˈɔː maɪsˈɛlf ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪt əkˈeɪʒən ʌv ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊpənɪŋ nˈaɪt bˈaʊɪŋ ɪn wˈaɪt tˈaɪ fɹʌmðə fˈɔːɹwɚd bˈɑːks.