text_original: But it bore, too, a savor that was new to me,  a salt savor, deep and fresh, that I drew down into my lungs. And I knew that we were near the ocean. Then came the rain, in great billows, as though the ocean itself were upon us.
text_transcription: BUT IT BORE TOO A SAVOUR THAT WAS NEW TO ME A SALT SAVOUR DEEP AND FRESH THAT I DREW DOWN INTO MY LUNGS AND I KNEW THAT WE WERE NEAR THE OCEAN THEN CAME THE RAIN IN GREAT BILLOWS AS THOUGH THE OCEAN ITSELF WERE UPON US
phonemes: bˌʌt ɪt bˈɔːɹ, tˈuː, ɐ sˈeɪvɚ ðæt wʌz nˈuː tə mˌiː,  ɐ sˈɔlt sˈeɪvɚ, dˈiːp ænd fɹˈɛʃ, ðæt aɪ dɹˈuː dˌaʊn ˌɪntʊ maɪ lˈʌŋz. ænd aɪ nˈuː ðæt wiː wɜː nˌɪɹ ðɪ ˈoʊʃən. ðˈɛn kˈeɪm ðə ɹˈeɪn, ɪn ɡɹˈeɪt bˈɪloʊz, æz ðˌoʊ ðɪ ˈoʊʃən ɪtsˈɛlf wɜːɹ əpˌɑːn ˌʌs.