text_original: There was no question of sleep, for the events of the day and surmises for the morrow tortured me as I tossed in the heat.
text_transcription: THERE WAS NO QUESTION OF SLEEP FOR THE EVENTS OF THE DAY AND SURMISES FOR THE MORROW TORTURED ME AS I TOSSED IN THE HEAT
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ kwˈɛstʃən ʌv slˈiːp, fɚðɪ ᵻvˈɛnts ʌvðə dˈeɪ ænd sɚmˈaɪzᵻz fɚðə mˈɑːɹoʊ tˈɔːɹtʃɚd mˌiː æz aɪ tˈɔst ɪnðə hˈiːt.