text_original: Reuben Cowder never knew how he reached the wretched inn in which the little party had found shelter. Seeing him reeling and running through the street, one might have thought him demented, but dementia was too familiar in Durazzo in those days to cause remark.
text_transcription: REUBEN COWER NEVER KNEW HOW HE REACHED THE WRETCHED INN IN WHICH THE LITTLE PARTY HAD FOUND SHELTER SEEING HIM REELING AND RUNNING THROUGH THE STREET ONE MIGHT HAVE THOUGHT HIM DEMENTED BUT DEMITCHE WAS TOO FAMILIAR IN DERAZZO IN THOSE DAYS TO KALL'S REMARK
phonemes: ɹˈuːbən kˈaʊdɚ nˈɛvɚ nˈuː hˌaʊ hiː ɹˈiːtʃt ðə ɹˈɛtʃᵻd ˈɪn ɪnwˌɪtʃ ðə lˈɪɾəl pˈɑːɹɾi hæd fˈaʊnd ʃˈɛltɚ. sˈiːɪŋ hˌɪm ɹˈiːlɪŋ ænd ɹˈʌnɪŋ θɹuː ðə stɹˈiːt, wˈʌn mˌaɪthɐv θˈɔːt hˌɪm dᵻmˈɛntᵻd, bˌʌt dᵻmˈɛnʃə wʌz tˈuː fəmˈɪlɪɹ ɪn dʊɹɹˈætsoʊ ɪn ðoʊz dˈeɪz tə kˈɔːz ɹᵻmˈɑːɹk.