text_original: By intuition I kicked him in the stomach with all my might, and with a howl of surprise and rage his fingers gripped into my flesh. The next thing I remember was being in the dust, suffocated by that odor which he who has known it can never forget. A medley of discordant cries was in my ears.
text_transcription: BY INTUITION I KICKED HIM IN THE STOMACH WITH ALL MY MIGHT AND WITH A HOWL OF SURPRISE AND RAGE HIS FINGERS GRIPPED INTO MY FLESH THE NEXT THING I REMEMBER WAS BEING IN THE DUST SUFFOCATED BY THAT ODOR WHICH HE WHO HAD KNOWN IT HAD NEVER FORGOTTEN A MEDLEY OF DISCORDANT CRIES WAS IN MY EARS
phonemes: baɪ ɪntuːˈɪʃən aɪ kˈɪkt hˌɪm ɪnðə stˈʌmək wɪð ˈɔːl maɪ mˈaɪt, ænd wɪð ɐ hˈaʊl ʌv sɚpɹˈaɪz ænd ɹˈeɪdʒ hɪz fˈɪŋɡɚz ɡɹˈɪpt ˌɪntʊ maɪ flˈɛʃ. ðə nˈɛkst θˈɪŋ aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ wʌz bˌiːɪŋ ɪnðə dˈʌst, sˈʌfəkˌeɪɾᵻd baɪ ðæt ˈoʊdɚ wˌɪtʃ hiː hˌuː hɐz nˈoʊn ɪt kæn nˈɛvɚ fɚɡˈɛt. ɐ mˈɛdli ʌv dɪskˈɔːɹdənt kɹˈaɪz wʌz ɪn maɪ ˈɪɹz.