text_original: One night I awoke with the sweat starting from my brow, trying to collect my senses, and I lay on my blanket listening to such plaintive and heart rending cries as I had never known. Human cries they were, cries as of children in distress, and I rose to a sitting posture on the deck with my hair standing up straight, to discover Nick beside me in the same position.
text_transcription: ONE NIGHT I AWOKE WITH THE SWEAT STARTING FROM MY BROW TRYING TO COLLECT MY SENSES AND I LAY ON MY BLANKET LISTENING TO SUCH PLAINTIFF AND HEART RENDING CRIES AS I HAD NEVER KNOWN HUMAN CRIES THEY WERE CRIES AS OF CHILDREN IN DISTRESS AND I ROSE TO A SITTING POSTURE ON THE DECK WITH MY HAIR STANDING UP STRAIGHT TO DISCOVER NICK BESIDE ME IN THE SAME POSITION
phonemes: wˈʌn nˈaɪt aɪ ɐwˈoʊk wɪððə swˈɛt stˈɑːɹɾɪŋ fɹʌm maɪ bɹˈaʊ, tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə kəlˈɛkt maɪ sˈɛnsᵻz, ænd aɪ lˈeɪ ˌɔn maɪ blˈæŋkɪt lˈɪsənɪŋ tə sˈʌtʃ plˈeɪntɪv ænd hˈɑːɹt ɹˈɛndɪŋ kɹˈaɪz æz aɪ hæd nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊn. hjˈuːmən kɹˈaɪz ðeɪ wɜː, kɹˈaɪz æz ʌv tʃˈɪldɹən ɪn dɪstɹˈɛs, ænd aɪ ɹˈoʊz tʊ ɐ sˈɪɾɪŋ pˈɔstʃɚɹ ɔnðə dˈɛk wɪð maɪ hˈɛɹ stˈændɪŋ ˌʌp stɹˈeɪt, tə dɪskˈʌvɚ nˈɪk bᵻsˌaɪd mˌiː ɪnðə sˈeɪm pəzˈɪʃən.