Mike from New York called with the first two paragraphs from Anton Chekhov's Ward Number 6:
And here's what Google Voice made of it...
"Hey Dave, this is Mike. I'm gonna read what number is 6517 bye bye first time please. And I'll tell ya distance mall log, sort of. iProfits forces. Bronoff not 1,000 while 10. This is rusty the Chinese tumbling down the steps at the front door going away with, of the progress. Norma traces left. It's from blog fees hospital at the back. It looks out to be open contract, which is separated by the gray hospital fence with Nelson. It is about point up where the fence lucky, so the peculiar desolate dot the second milk, which is on the part of our hospital and prisoner buildings so I'm not afraid of being stung by the naval's come by the no foot path that leads to log on to see what's going on inside opening. The for store we walk into the entrance get on the walls of my books job every sort of hospital rubbish last letter about next is both had addressing against trousers receptionist boots and she's no good for anything halters and it's about the PIN keeps mixed in crumpled up motoring and getting out of 6 weeks now. Thank you."
And if you want to read the actual text for yourself, you could do a lot worse than go here.