text_original: "Poor things!" laughed Redgrave. "I'm afraid I can't agree with you there, dear. I never saw a jollier looking lot of people in my life. I daresay you're quite right, but they certainly seem to view their approaching end with considerable equanimity." "Don't be horrid, Lenox! Fancy talking in that cold blooded way about such delightful looking people as these, why, they are even nicer than our dear bird folk on Venus, and of course they are a great deal more like ourselves."
text_transcription: POOR THINGS LAUGHED RED CREE I'M AFRAID I CAN'T AGREE WITH YOU DEAR DEAR I NEVER SAW A JOLLIER LOOKING LOT OF PEOPLE IN MY LIFE I DARE SAY YOU'RE QUITE RIGHT BUT THEY CERTAINLY SEEM TO VIEW THEIR APPROACHING END WITH CONSIDERABLY QUANIMITY DON'T BE HORRID LENNOX FANCY TALKING IN THAT COLD BLOODED WAY ABOUT SUCH DELIGHTFUL LOOKING PEOPLE AS THESE WHY THEY ARE EVEN NICER THAN OUR DEAR BIRD FOLK ON VENUS AND OF COURSE THEY ARE A GREAT DEAL MORE LIKE OURSELVES
phonemes: "pˈʊɹ θˈɪŋz!" lˈæft ɹˈɛdɡɹeɪv. "aɪm ɐfɹˈeɪd aɪ kˈænt ɐɡɹˈiː wɪð juː ðˈɛɹ, dˈɪɹ. aɪ nˈɛvɚ sˈɔː ɐ dʒˈɑːliɚ lˈʊkɪŋ lˈɑːt ʌv pˈiːpəl ɪn maɪ lˈaɪf. aɪ dˈɛɹseɪ jʊɹ kwˈaɪt ɹˈaɪt, bˌʌt ðeɪ sˈɜːʔn̩li sˈiːm tə vjˈuː ðɛɹ ɐpɹˈoʊtʃɪŋ ˈɛnd wɪð kənsˈɪdɚɹəbəl ˌiːkwɐnˈɪmᵻɾi." "dˈoʊnt biː hˈɔːɹɪd, lˈɛnɑːks! fˈænsi tˈɔːkɪŋ ɪn ðæt kˈoʊld blˈʌdᵻd wˈeɪ ɐbˌaʊt sˈʌtʃ dᵻlˈaɪtfəl lˈʊkɪŋ pˈiːpəl æz ðˈiːz, wˈaɪ, ðeɪ ɑːɹ ˈiːvən nˈaɪsɚ ðɐn ˌaʊɚ dˈɪɹ bˈɜːd fˈoʊk ˌɔn vˈiːnəs, ænd ʌv kˈɔːɹs ðeɪ ɑːɹ ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt dˈiːl mˈɔːɹ lˈaɪk aʊɚsˈɛlvz."