text_original: Unmindful of the plaudits, he stood brandishing the fence rail over the great, writhing figure on the ground. And he was slobbering. I recall that this fact gave a twinge to something in my memory.
text_transcription: UNMINDFUL OF THE PLAUDITS HE STOOD BRANDISHING THE FENCE RAIL OVER THE GREAT WRITHING FIGURE ON THE GROUND AND HE WAS SLOBBERING I RECALL THAT THIS FACT GAVE ME A TWINGE TO SOMETHING IN MY MEMORY
phonemes: ʌnmˈaɪndfəl ʌvðə plˈɔːdɪts, hiː stˈʊd bɹˈændɪʃɪŋ ðə fˈɛns ɹˈeɪl ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt, ɹˈaɪðɪŋ fˈɪɡjɚɹ ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd. ænd hiː wʌz slˈɑːbɚɹɪŋ. aɪ ɹᵻkˈɔːl ðæt ðɪs fˈækt ɡˈeɪv ɐ twˈɪndʒ tə sˈʌmθɪŋ ɪn maɪ mˈɛmɚɹi.