text_original: Folding both hands on the silver knob of his Malacca cane, he stared over them at the opposing wall; and there was something universal in that fixed stare, a sort of blank and not quite selfish apprehension.
text_transcription: FOLDING BOTH HANDS ON THE SILVER KNOB OF HIS MALACA CANE HE STARED OVER THEM AT THE OPPOSING WALL AND THERE WAS SOMETHING UNIVERSAL IN THAT FIXED STARE A SORT OF BLANK AND NOT QUITE SELFISH APPREHENSION
phonemes: fˈoʊldɪŋ bˈoʊθ hˈændz ɔnðə sˈɪlvɚ nˈɑːb ʌv hɪz mˈælækə kˈeɪn, hiː stˈɛɹd ˌoʊvɚ ðˌɛm æt ðɪ əpˈoʊzɪŋ wˈɔːl; ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz sˈʌmθɪŋ jˌuːnɪvˈɜːsəl ɪn ðæt fˈɪkst stˈɛɹ, ɐ sˈɔːɹt ʌv blˈæŋk ænd nˌɑːt kwˈaɪt sˈɛlfɪʃ ˌæpɹihˈɛnʃən.