text_original: Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same ; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.'
text_transcription: WHATEVER OUR SOULS ARE MADE OF HIS AND MINE ARE THE SAME AND LINTON'S IS AS DIFFERENT AS A MOONBEAM FROM LIGHTNING OR FROST FROM FIRE
phonemes: wʌtˈɛvɚɹ ˌaʊɚ sˈoʊlz ɑːɹ mˈeɪd ʌv, hɪz ænd mˈaɪn ɑːɹ ðə sˈeɪm ; ænd lˈɪntənz ɪz æz dˈɪfɹənt æz ɐ mˈuːnbiːm fɹʌm lˈaɪtnɪŋ, ɔːɹ fɹˈɔst fɹʌm fˈaɪɚ.