text_original: And something of the agony of the woman's soul as she lay in torment, facing the wall, thinking of her son under the same roof, of a life misspent and irrevocable, I pictured. A stillness crept into the afternoon like the stillness of night. The wide house was darkened and silent, and without a sunlight washed with gold filtered through the leaves.
text_transcription: AND SOMETHING OF THE AGONY OF THE WOMAN'S SOUL AS SHE LAY IN TORMENT FACING THE WALL THINKING OF HER SON UNDER THE SAME ROOF OF A LIFE MISSPENT AND IRREVOCABLE I PICTURED A STILLNESS CREPT INTO THE AFTERNOON LIKE THE STILLNESS OF NIGHT THE WIDE HOUSE WAS DARKENED AND SILENT AND WITHOUT A SUNLIGHT WASHED WITH GOLD FILTERED THROUGH THE LEAVES
phonemes: ænd sˈʌmθɪŋ ʌvðɪ ˈæɡəni ʌvðə wˈʊmənz sˈoʊl æz ʃiː lˈeɪ ɪn tˈɔːɹmɛnt, fˈeɪsɪŋ ðə wˈɔːl, θˈɪŋkɪŋ ʌv hɜː sˈʌn ˌʌndɚ ðə sˈeɪm ɹˈuːf, əvə lˈaɪf mɪsspˈɛnt ænd ɪɹᵻvˈɑːkəbəl, aɪ pˈɪktʃɚd. ɐ stˈɪlnəs kɹˈɛpt ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˌæftɚnˈuːn lˈaɪk ðə stˈɪlnəs ʌv nˈaɪt. ðə wˈaɪd hˈaʊs wʌz dˈɑːɹkənd ænd sˈaɪlənt, ænd wɪðˌaʊt ɐ sˈʌnlaɪt wˈɑːʃt wɪð ɡˈoʊld fˈɪltɚd θɹuː ðə lˈiːvz.