text_original: The sun, flaming out after long hiding, scorched the back of his neck; the free down wind, fouled by foetid odours, brought to his ears the monster's last cry, "They're off!"
text_transcription: THE SUN FLAMING OUT AFTER LONG HIDING SCORCHED THE BACK OF HIS NECK THE FREE DOWN WIND FOUL BY PHOTIVE ORDERS BROUGHT TO HIS EARS THE MONSTER'S LAST CRY THEY'RE OFF
phonemes: ðə sˈʌn, flˈeɪmɪŋ ˈaʊt ˈæftɚ lˈɔŋ hˈaɪdɪŋ, skˈɔːɹtʃt ðə bˈæk ʌv hɪz nˈɛk; ðə fɹˈiː dˌaʊn wˈɪnd, fˈaʊld baɪ fˈiːɾɪd ˈoʊdɚz, bɹˈɔːt tə hɪz ˈɪɹz ðə mˈɔnstɚz lˈæst kɹˈaɪ, "ðeɪɚɹ ˈɔf!"