text_original: She lay listening. And the noises and her thoughts became tangled in her exhausted brain  one great web of weariness, a feeling that it was all senseless and unnecessary, the emanation of cross purposes and cross grainedness, the negation of that gentle moderation, her own most sacred instinct.
text_transcription: SHE LAY LISTENING AND THE NOISES AND HER THOUGHTS BECAME TANGLED IN HER EXHAUSTED BRAIN ONE GREAT WEB OF WEARINESS A FEELING THAT IT WAS ALL SENSELESS AND UNNECESSARY THE EMANATION OF CROSS PURPOSES IN CROSS GRAINEDNESS THE NEGATION OF THAT GENTLE MODERATION HER OWN MOST SACRED INSTINCT
phonemes: ʃiː lˈeɪ lˈɪsənɪŋ. ænd ðə nˈɔɪzᵻz ænd hɜː θˈɔːts bɪkˌeɪm tˈæŋɡəld ɪn hɜːɹ ɛɡzˈɔːstᵻd bɹˈeɪn wˈʌn ɡɹˈeɪt wˈɛb ʌv wˈɪɹinəs, ɐ fˈiːlɪŋ ðˌɐɾɪt wʌz ˈɔːl sˈɛnsləs ænd ʌnnˈɛsᵻsɚɹi, ðɪ ˌɛmɐnˈeɪʃən ʌv kɹˈɔs pˈɜːpəsᵻz ænd kɹˈɔs ɡɹˈeɪndnəs, ðə nᵻɡˈeɪʃən ʌv ðæt dʒˈɛntəl mˌɑːdɚɹˈeɪʃən, hɜːɹ ˈoʊn mˈoʊst sˈeɪkɹɪd ˈɪnstɪŋkt.