text_original: No hour, no event, was held sacred. Around a death bed the wits were firing off their sarcasms on its occupant.
text_transcription: NO HOUR NO EVENT WAS HELD SACRED AROUND THE DEATHBED THE WITS WERE FIRING OFF THEIR SARCASMS ON ITS OCCUPANT
phonemes: nˈoʊ ˈaʊɚ, nˈoʊ ᵻvˈɛnt, wʌz hˈɛld sˈeɪkɹɪd. ɚɹˈaʊnd ɐ dˈɛθ bˈɛd ðə wˈɪts wɜː fˈaɪɚɹɪŋ ˈɔf ðɛɹ sˈɑːɹkæzəmz ˌɔn ɪts ˈɑːkjʊpənt.