dændʒjˈʊɹɹoʊ, ðə nˈaɪnθ, wʌzðə bɹˈɪdʒ ðæt spˈænd ðə sˈʌdən ɡˈʌlf wˌɪtʃ jˈɔːnd bᵻtwˌiːn ðə tɹɐdˈɪʃənəl pˈæst ænd ðɪ ʌnsˈɜːʔn̩ ænd tʃˈeɪndʒɪŋ mˈɑːdɚn wˈɜːld.
Danjūrō, the ninth, was the bridge that spanned the sudden gulf which yawned between the traditional past and the uncertain and changing modern world.