text_original: The Prior, who saw his little bag becoming empty without much to show for it in the work, kept saying time after time: "Oh, what a quantity of ultramarine this plaster consumes!" "Does it not?" Pietro would answer.
text_transcription: THE PRIOR WHO SAW HIS LITTLE BAG BECOMING EMPTY WITHOUT MUCH TO SHOW FOR IT IN THE WORK KEPT SAYING TIME AFTER TIME OH WHAT A QUANTITY OF ULTRAMARINE THIS PLASTER CONSUMES DOES IT NOT PIETRO WOULD ANSWER
phonemes: ðə pɹˈaɪɚ, hˌuː sˈɔː hɪz lˈɪɾəl bˈæɡ bᵻkˈʌmɪŋ ˈɛmpti wɪðˌaʊt mˈʌtʃ tə ʃˈoʊ fɔːɹ ɪɾ ɪnðə wˈɜːk, kˈɛpt sˈeɪɪŋ tˈaɪm ˈæftɚ tˈaɪm: "ˈoʊ, wˌʌt ɐ kwˈɔntᵻɾi ʌv ˌʊltɹɐmɚɹˈiːn ðɪs plˈæstɚ kənsˈuːmz!" "dˈʌz ɪt nˈɑːt?" pˈaɪətɹoʊ wʊd ˈænsɚ.