text_original: The darts stick, quaver, and fall off, like arrows from chain armour, and the last dart, slipping upwards under the harness, quivers into the heart to the cry of "What  you!
text_transcription: THE DARTS STICK QUAVER AND FALL OFF LIKE ARROWS FROM CHAIN ARMOUR AND THE LAST DART SLIPPING UPWARDS UNDER THE HARNESS QUIVERS INTO THE HEART TO CRY OF WHAT YOU
phonemes: ðə dˈɑːɹts stˈɪk, kwˈeɪvɚ, ænd fˈɔːl ˈɔf, lˈaɪk ˈæɹoʊz fɹʌm tʃˈeɪn ˈɑːɹmɚ, ænd ðə lˈæst dˈɑːɹt, slˈɪpɪŋ ˈʌpwɚdz ˌʌndɚ ðə hˈɑːɹnɪs, kwˈɪvɚz ˌɪntʊ ðə hˈɑːɹt tə ðə kɹˈaɪ ʌv "wˌʌt juː!