text_original: There emanated from Monsieur Vigo a sympathy which few men possess, and this I felt strongly as he listened, breaking his silence only at long intervals to ask a question. It was a still night, I remember, of great beauty, with a wisp of a moon hanging over the forest line, the air heavy with odors and vibrant with a thousand insect tones.
text_transcription: THERE EMANATED FROM MONSIEVIGO A SYMPATHY WHICH FEW MEN POSSESS AND THIS I FELT STRONGLY AS HE LISTENED BREAKING HIS SILENCE ONLY AT LONG INTERVALS TO ASK A QUESTION IT WAS THE STILL NIGHT I REMEMBER OF GREAT BEAUTY WITH A WISP OF A MOON HANGING OVER THE FOREST LINE THE AIR HEAVY WITH ODORS AND VIBRANT WITH A THOUSAND INSECT TONES
phonemes: ðɛɹ ˈɛmɐnˌeɪɾᵻd fɹʌm məsjˈɜː vˈiːɡoʊ ɐ sˈɪmpəθi wˌɪtʃ fjˈuː mˈɛn pəzˈɛs, ænd ðɪs aɪ fˈɛlt stɹˈɔŋli æz hiː lˈɪsənd, bɹˈeɪkɪŋ hɪz sˈaɪləns ˈoʊnli æt lˈɔŋ ˈɪntɚvəlz tʊ ˈæsk ɐ kwˈɛstʃən. ɪt wʌzɐ stˈɪl nˈaɪt, aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ, ʌv ɡɹˈeɪt bjˈuːɾi, wɪð ɐ wˈɪsp əvə mˈuːn hˈæŋɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə fˈɔːɹɪst lˈaɪn, ðɪ ˈɛɹ hˈɛvi wɪð ˈoʊdɚz ænd vˈaɪbɹənt wɪð ɐ θˈaʊzənd ˈɪnsɛkt tˈoʊnz.