text_original: Imagine the misery, the solid misery, of having to live upon nothing but a fibrous mass of highly salted animal matter, accompanied by rotten and weevily biscuit ! Think of this going on day after day for a hundred days, and sometimes more, at a stretch — three long months — with no bread, vegetables, butter, or fruit ; even the water gone bad, and no tea, coffee, or cocoa.
text_transcription: IMAGINE THE MISERY THE SOLID MISERY OF HAVING TO LIVE UPON NOTHING BUT A FIBROUS MASS OF HIGHLY SALTED ANIMAL MATTER ACCOMPANIED BY ROTTEN AND WEEVILY BISCUIT THINK OF THIS GOING ON DAY AFTER DAY FOR A HUNDRED DAYS AND SOMETIMES MORE AT A STRETCH THREE LONG MONTHS WITH NO BREAD VEGETABLES BUTTER OR FRUIT EVEN THE WATER GONE BAD AND NO TEA COFFEE OR COCOA
phonemes: ɪmˈædʒɪn ðə mˈɪzɚɹi, ðə sˈɑːlɪd mˈɪzɚɹi, ʌv hˌævɪŋ tə lˈɪv əpˌɑːn nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ɐ fˈɪbɹəs mˈæs ʌv hˈaɪli sˈɔltᵻd ˈænɪməl mˈæɾɚ, ɐkˈʌmpənid baɪ ɹˈɑːʔn̩ ænd wˈiːvili bˈɪskɪt ! θˈɪŋk ʌv ðɪs ɡˌoʊɪŋ ˌɔn dˈeɪ ˈæftɚ dˈeɪ fɚɹə hˈʌndɹɪd dˈeɪz, ænd sˈʌmtaɪmz mˈɔːɹ, æɾə stɹˈɛtʃ — θɹˈiː lˈɔŋ mˈʌnθs — wɪð nˈoʊ bɹˈɛd, vˈɛdʒɪɾəbəlz, bˈʌɾɚ, ɔːɹ fɹˈuːt ; ˈiːvən ðə wˈɔːɾɚ ɡɔn bˈæd, ænd nˈoʊ tˈiː, kˈɔfi, ɔːɹ kˈoʊkoʊ.