text_original: "Ah!" shrieked Harbauer. "You soft hearted fool!" He struck me in the face, sending me crashing to the floor, and snatched up his pistol. "I'm going, now," he shouted. "Going! What do I care for your records and your histories? They are not yet written; if they were I'd change them."
text_transcription: AH SHRIEKED TARBOWER YOU SOFT HEARTED FOOL HE STRUCK ME IN THE FACE SENDING ME CRASHING TO THE FLOOR AND SNATCHED UP HIS PISTOL I'M GOING NOW HE SHOUTED GOING WHAT DO I CARE FOR YOUR RECORDS AND YOUR HISTORIES THEY ARE NOT YET WRITTEN IF THEY WERE I'D CHANGE THEM
phonemes: "ˈɑː!" ʃɹˈiːkt hˈɑːɹbaʊɚ. "juː sˈɔft hˈɑːɹɾᵻd fˈuːl!" hiː stɹˈʌk mˌiː ɪnðə fˈeɪs, sˈɛndɪŋ mˌiː kɹˈæʃɪŋ tə ðə flˈɔːɹ, ænd snˈætʃt ˌʌp hɪz pˈɪstəl. "aɪm ɡˈoʊɪŋ, nˈaʊ," hiː ʃˈaʊɾᵻd. "ɡˈoʊɪŋ! wˌʌt dˈuː aɪ kˈɛɹ fɔːɹ jʊɹ ɹˈɛkɚdz ænd jʊɹ hˈɪstɚɹiz? ðeɪ ɑːɹ nˌɑːt jˈɛt ɹˈɪʔn̩; ɪf ðeɪ wɜːɹ aɪd tʃˈeɪndʒ ðˌɛm."