text_original: It is a tale of children and of a runaway perambulator and of folk who never quite grew up, with just a flick of inquiry  a slightest gesture now and then  toward precious rascals like our Patch Eye and the Duke. Its author stands, in my opinion, a better chance of our lasting memory than any writer living.
text_transcription: IT IS A TALE OF CHILDREN AND OF A RUNAWAY PERAMBULATOR AND OF FOLK WHO NEVER QUITE GREW UP WITH JUST A FLICK OF INQUIRY A SLIGHTEST GESTURE NOW AND THEN TOWARDS PRECIOUS RASCALS LIKE OUR PATCHIE AND THE DUKE ITS AUTHOR STANDS IN MY OPINION A BETTER CHANCE OF OUR LASTING MEMORY THAN ANY WRITER LIVING
phonemes: ɪɾ ɪz ɐ tˈeɪl ʌv tʃˈɪldɹən ænd əvɚ ɹˈʌnəwˌeɪ pˈɛɹɐmbjˌʊleɪɾɚ ænd ʌv fˈoʊk hˌuː nˈɛvɚ kwˈaɪt ɡɹˈuː ˈʌp, wɪð dʒˈʌst ɐ flˈɪk ʌv ˈɪŋkwɚɹi ɐ slˈaɪɾɪst dʒˈɛstʃɚ nˈaʊ ænd ðˈɛn təwˈɔːɹd pɹˈɛʃəs ɹˈæskəlz lˈaɪk ˌaʊɚ pˈætʃ ˈaɪ ænd ðə dˈuːk. ɪts ˈɔːθɚ stˈændz, ɪn maɪ əpˈɪniən, ɐ bˈɛɾɚ tʃˈæns ʌv ˌaʊɚ lˈæstɪŋ mˈɛmɚɹi ðɐn ˌɛni ɹˈaɪɾɚ lˈɪvɪŋ.