text_original: He began to pace the room in his thick boots, his hands clenched behind him, his forehead butting the air, his lips folded; thus a bull, penned for the first time, turns and turns, showing the whites of its full eyes.
text_transcription: HE BEGAN TO PACE THE ROOM IN HIS THICK BOOTS HIS HANDS CLENCHED BEHIND HIM HIS FOREHEAD BUTTING THE AIR HIS LIPS FOLDED THUS A BULL PENNED FOR THE FIRST TIME TURNS AND TURNS SHOWING THE WHITES OF ITS FULL EYES
phonemes: hiː bɪɡˈæn tə pˈeɪs ðə ɹˈuːm ɪn hɪz θˈɪk bˈuːts, hɪz hˈændz klˈɛntʃt bᵻhˈaɪnd hˌɪm, hɪz fˈɔːɹhɛd bˈʌɾɪŋ ðɪ ˈɛɹ, hɪz lˈɪps fˈoʊldᵻd; ðˈʌs ɐ bˈʊl, pˈɛnd fɚðə fˈɜːst tˈaɪm, tˈɜːnz ænd tˈɜːnz, ʃˈoʊɪŋ ðə wˈaɪts ʌv ɪts fˈʊl ˈaɪz.