text_original: Even in the London of our own days one may turn at any moment, here 202 THE LONDON OF QUEEN ANNE and there, from a great thoroughfare almost unen  durably crowded with wheeled traffic, into long lines of quiet streets where the sound of the wayfarer's step echoes to all but complete loneliness.
text_transcription: EVEN IN THE LONDON OF OUR OWN DAYS ONE MAY TURN AT ANY MOMENT HERE AND THERE FROM A GREAT THOROUGHFARE ALMOST UNENDURABLY CROWDED WITH WHEELED TRAFFIC INTO LONG LINES OF QUIET STREETS WHERE THE SOUND OF THE WAYFARER'S STEP ECHOES TO ALL BUT COMPLETE LONELINESS
phonemes: ˈiːvən ɪnðə lˈʌndən ʌv ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn dˈeɪz wˈʌn mˈeɪ tˈɜːn æɾ ˌɛni mˈoʊmənt, hˈɪɹ tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd tˈuː ðə lˈʌndən ʌv kwˈiːn ˈæn ænd ðˈɛɹ, fɹʌm ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt θˈʌɹoʊfˌɛɹ ˈɔːlmoʊst ˌʌnˈɛn dˈʊɹɹəbli kɹˈaʊdᵻd wɪð wˈiːld tɹˈæfɪk, ˌɪntʊ lˈɔŋ lˈaɪnz ʌv kwˈaɪət stɹˈiːts wˌɛɹ ðə sˈaʊnd ʌvðə wˈeɪfɛɹɚz stˈɛp ˈɛkoʊz tʊ ˈɔːl bˌʌt kəmplˈiːt lˈoʊnlinəs.