text_original: As for poor Weldon, he would stride for hours at a time with eyes fixed ahead, a wild figure,  ragged and fringed. And we knew that the soul within him was torn with thoughts of his dead wife and of his child in captivity.
text_transcription: AS FOR POOR WELDON HE WOULD STRIDE FOR HOURS AT A TIME WITH EYES FIXED AHEAD A WILD FIGURE RAGGED AND FRINGED AND WE KNEW THAT THE SOUL WITHIN HIM WAS TORN WITH THOUGHTS OF HIS DEAD WIFE AND OF HIS CHILD IN CAPTIVITY
phonemes: æz fɔːɹ pˈʊɹ wˈɛldən, hiː wʊd stɹˈaɪd fɔːɹ ˈaʊɚz æɾə tˈaɪm wɪð ˈaɪz fˈɪkst ɐhˈɛd, ɐ wˈaɪld fˈɪɡjɚ,  ɹˈæɡᵻd ænd fɹˈɪndʒd. ænd wiː nˈuː ðætðə sˈoʊl wɪðˌɪn hˌɪm wʌz tˈɔːɹn wɪð θˈɔːts ʌv hɪz dˈɛd wˈaɪf ænd ʌv hɪz tʃˈaɪld ɪn kæptˈɪvᵻɾi.