text_original: After many years I dislike to recall to memory that long afternoon which I spent, helpless, in the Rue Bourbon. Now I was on my feet, pacing restlessly the short breadth of the room, trying to shut out from my mind the horrors of which my ears gave testimony.
text_transcription: AFTER MANY YEARS I DISLIKED TO RECALL TO MEMORY THAT LONG AFTERNOON WHICH I SPENT HELPLESS IN THE RUE BOURBON NOW I WAS ON MY FEET PACING RESTLESSLY THE SHORT BREADTH OF THE ROOM TRYING TO SHUT OUT FROM MY MIND THE HORRORS OF WHICH MY EARS GAVE TESTIMONY
phonemes: ˈæftɚ mˈɛni jˈɪɹz aɪ dɪslˈaɪk tə ɹᵻkˈɔːl tə mˈɛmɚɹi ðæt lˈɔŋ ˌæftɚnˈuːn wˌɪtʃ aɪ spˈɛnt, hˈɛlpləs, ɪnðə ɹˈuː bˈɜːbən. nˈaʊ aɪ wʌz ˌɔn maɪ fˈiːt, pˈeɪsɪŋ ɹˈɛstləsli ðə ʃˈɔːɹt bɹˈɛdθ ʌvðə ɹˈuːm, tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə ʃˈʌt ˈaʊt fɹʌm maɪ mˈaɪnd ðə hˈɔɹɚz ʌvwˈɪtʃ maɪ ˈɪɹz ɡˈeɪv tˈɛstᵻməni.