 file for adaptation, when i am going to convert sendump file to mixture_weights file by using command
   /python sphinxtrain\python\cmusphinx\sendump.py  /sendump  /mixture_weights

it gives
Traceback (most recent call last):
  File "sphinxtrain\python\cmusphinx\sendump.py", line 82, in <module>
    s3mixw.open(sys.argv[2], 'wb').writeall(Sendump(sys.argv[1]).mixw())
  File "sphinxtrain\python\cmusphinx\sendump.py", line 12, in __init__
    self.load(filename)
  File "sphinxtrain\python\cmusphinx\sendump.py", line 58, in load
    cluster_count = (int)(header.split()[1])
ValueError: invalid literal for int() with base 10: 'centroids'


A: Not every sendump format can be convered. Sometimes you need to find old mixture_weights or you have to retrain the model from scratch.
Kindled in his breast canft tame With that Inow which unmelted lies on thine. He feldom indeed fetches an amorous sentiment from the depths of science; his thoughts are for the most part calily understood, and his images such as the superficies of nature readily supplies; he has a juft claim to popularity, because he writes to common degrees of knowledge, and is free at least from philosophical pedantry, uniess perhaps the end of a fong to the Sun may be excepted, in which he is too much a Copernican.' To which may be added the simile of the Palm in the verses on ber palling through a crowd ; and a line in a more serious poem on the Restoration, about vipers and treacle, which can only be understood by those who happen to know the composition of the Tocriaca.
With loud complaints they answer me in thowets.
Moves with the numbers which the hears.
and almost evanescent.
The coldest breast, the rudeft tame. His fallies of casual flattery are sometimes clegant and happy, as that in return for the Silver Pen; and sometimes empty and trifling, as that upon the Card torn by the Queen. There are a few lines written in the Dutchess's Tafo, which he is faid by Fenton to have kept a summer under correction. It happened to Waller, as to others, that his success was not al. ways in proportion to his labour.
presented as exerting its influence further than can be allowed by the multiplicity of human paffions, and the variety of human wants, Such books, therefore, may be considered as shewing the world under a false appearance, and, so far as they obtain credit from the young and unexperienced, as misleading expectation, and misguiding practice.
Glory and arms and love are all the found.
The two next poems are upon the King's bebaviour at the death of Buckingham, and upon his Navy.
As once the viper from his facred hand.
The creeping ivy from his injur'd fide. Of the two last couplets, the first is extravagant, and the second mean.
His praise of the Queen is too much exaggerated; and the thought, that she “ saves lovers, by cutting “.off hope, as gangrenes are cured by lopping the.46 limb,” presents nothing to the mind but disgust and horror.
Of the Battle of the Summer Ifands, it seems not easy to say whether it is intended to raise terror or merriment. The beginning is too splendid for jest, and the.conclusion too light for seriousness. The versification is studied, the scenes are diligently displayed, and the images artfully amplified ; but as it ends neither in joy nor sorrow, it will scarcely be read a second time.
What does a helplessly pining but absolutely clueless Sherlock do in order to woo an oblivious John?
He turns to the internet for advice on the art of seduction and notes the experiments in his secret laboratory journal.
To John it's an extraordinary day in that it's entirely ordinary. To Sherlock it's the day he realizes he may love John Watson.
Your name is John Egbert and you have a feeling that this isn't just a normal dream bubble.
If Sherlock were to stop to think about it, he might wonder if he’s simply lonely.
He doesn’t stop to think about it.
Джону нужно подумать о подарке на день рождения Шерлока.
Во-первых, ему нужно выяснить, какие у них отношения, а это непросто, когда ты Джон Ватсон.
Далее, ему нужно убийство. Предпочтительно серия убийств, кажущихся неразрешимыми.
Шерлоку бы это понравилось.
After a case, Doctor Watson gets a lecture on the art of deduction by one Sherlock Holmes, that takes an unexpected turn...
The characters belong(ed) to A.C.Doyle, though only I am resposible for the plotline.
John, his girlfriend and Sherlock are having dinner.
Sherlock thinks John is proposing to his girlfriend.
Our little sociopath needs a hug.
John waited for Rodney to go on, but he was silent. Almost like he was waiting for John to say something, which was bizarrely polite behavior for him.
“What— “ He paused. “What is it like being gay?” he asked, all in a rush.
Rodney has questions, and maybe an ulterior motive. John has no idea what is happening or how to handle it. They figure it out in the end.
When I was six I learned what does dead means. How it crawls around and comes out at the most unexpected moment.
When I was thirteen I saw a first dead body. It wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be. In the end the person looked kinda at peace. Maybe he was.
When i was seventeen i understood what dead means properly. And i couldn’t fear it anymore not could i stop being afraid.
When i was nineteen it followed us everywhere.
After returning back to Hermitcraft, Bdubs struggles with what Grian had told him. That Etho didn't really care for him, and he starts to doubt what he'd been so sure of that night.
or, Bdubs is angsty for two weeks while he waits for Etho to get home, don't worry, they get cuddles.
So he wasn't completely hopeless, then.
“Of course. No other reason to celebrate.” John had no right feeling a crest of disappointment.
Reluctant to spend Valentine’s Day alone, John joins a dating app only to realize he’s already living with the closest thing to a soulmate he’s ever going to get.
John furrowed his brows. "Are they going to follow you up here? Because I don’t know about you, but having a hoard of people in my space is something I didn’t sign up for. "
Arlo laughed. "No, they won’t. I'm pretty sure I managed to lose them."
His eyebrows raised once more. "Pretty sure?"
Arlo’s lips twitched. "Like... 95% sure?"
or, the few times Arlo and John meet.
It has been 4 years since Mary died and Eurus escaped John has moved back into 221B so that Sherlock and mrs Hudson can help raise Rosie and John can go back to helping Sherlock with cases. It has been great for Sherlock having the Watsons back at 221B but it has been harder and harder to hide his feeling for John so he seeks advice from some of his closest friends.
The gang decides to move on from Horseshoe Overlook, heading east to escape their troubles. Arthur struggles with his feelings for Abigail and his anger at John. Things come to a head when Arthur, John, and Charles are sent to clear the next camp.
"John goddamn Marston. The golden boy who can do whatever he pleases."
"You don't know what you're sayin' right now, Morgan."
it's just a lot of fluff okay?
or calash crash??
"It was eerily similar to the last time that he and Laszlo had been caught in a carriage crash.
They had been investigating a lead in a town that was several hours away from New York, and they had gained much information, which they had been eager to share. Of course it would have to wait now, since they would need to focus on finding a place to sleep for the night."
Stuck in a forest after a rather inconvient crash, Laszlo and John must endure a night together in a cabin. A cabin in which there was only one bed. Will they tear eachother's head's off from frustration? Or will they finally confess all the feelings that have been brewing since they had first met? Only time will tell.
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