text_original: It was a procession of several thousand persons, all alike in their pity and their burning indignation, that marched from the Louvre to Notre Dame. When we realize this, we under  stand the sequel ; we understand how little yet, for all its brilliant veneer of culture, France was impregnate with the true modern spirit. The Middle Ages were reared up close behind, and their tremendous shadows fell across that world to darken it.
text_transcription: IT WAS A PROCESSION OF SEVERAL THOUSAND PERSONS ALL ALIKE IN THEIR PITY AND THEIR BURNING INDIGNATION THAT MARCHED FROM THE LOUVRE TO NO TRREDAM WHEN WE REALIZE THIS WE UNDERSTAND THE SEQUEL WE UNDERSTAND HOW LITTLE YET FOR ALL ITS BRILLIANT VENEER OF CULTURE FRANCE WAS IMPREGNATE WITH THE TRUE MODERN SPIRIT THE MIDDLE AGES WERE REARED UP CLOSE BEHIND AND THEIR TREMENDOUS SHADOWS FELL ACROSS THAT WORLD TO DARKEN IT
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ pɹəsˈɛʃən ʌv sˈɛvɹəl θˈaʊzənd pˈɜːsənz, ˈɔːl ɐlˈaɪk ɪn ðɛɹ pˈɪɾi ænd ðɛɹ bˈɜːnɪŋ ɪndɪɡnˈeɪʃən, ðæt mˈɑːɹtʃt fɹʌmðə lˈuːv tə nˈɑːɾɚ dˈeɪm. wˌɛn wiː ɹˈiːəlaɪz ðˈɪs, wiː ˌʌndɚ stˈænd ðə sˈiːkwəl ; wiː ˌʌndɚstˈænd hˌaʊ lˈɪɾəl jˈɛt, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ɪts bɹˈɪliənt vɛnˈɪɹ ʌv kˈʌltʃɚ, fɹˈæns wʌz ɪmpɹˈɛɡneɪt wɪððə tɹˈuː mˈɑːdɚn spˈɪɹɪt. ðə mˈɪdəl ˈeɪdʒᵻz wɜː ɹˈɪɹd ˌʌp klˈoʊs bᵻhˈaɪnd, ænd ðɛɹ tɹəmˈɛndəs ʃˈædoʊz fˈɛl əkɹˌɑːs ðæt wˈɜːld tə dˈɑːɹkən ɪt.