text_original: "You ought not to be here," she said, her voice vibrant with earnestness and concern. "You ought not to be here. Will you not go  if I ask it?" "I cannot," I said; "you know I cannot if you stay." She did not answer that. Our eyes met, and in that instant for me there was neither joy nor sorrow, sickness nor death, nor time nor space nor universe. It was she who turned away.
text_transcription: YOU OUGHT NOT TO BE HERE SHE SAID HER VOICE VIBRANT WITH EARNESTNESS AND CONCERN YOU OUGHT NOT TO BE HERE WILL YOU NOT GO IF I ASK IT I CANNOT I SAID YOU KNOW I CANNOT IF YOU STAY SHE DID NOT ANSWER THAT OUR EYES MET AND IN THAT INSTANT FOR ME THERE WAS NEITHER JOY NOR SORROW SICKNESS NOR DEATH NOR TIME NOR SPACE NOR UNIVERSE IT WAS SHE WHO TURNED AWAY
phonemes: "juː ˈɔːt nˌɑːt təbi hˈɪɹ," ʃiː sˈɛd, hɜː vˈɔɪs vˈaɪbɹənt wɪð ˈɜːnɪstnəs ænd kənsˈɜːn. "juː ˈɔːt nˌɑːt təbi hˈɪɹ. wɪl juː nˌɑːt ɡˌoʊ ɪf aɪ ˈæsk ɪt?" "aɪ kænˈɑːt," aɪ sˈɛd; "juː nˈoʊ aɪ kænˈɑːt ɪf juː stˈeɪ." ʃiː dɪdnˌɑːt ˈænsɚ ðˈæt. ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪz mˈɛt, ænd ɪn ðæt ˈɪnstənt fɔːɹ mˌiː ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈiːðɚ dʒˈɔɪ nˈɔːɹ sˈɑːɹoʊ, sˈɪknəs nˈɔːɹ dˈɛθ, nˈɔːɹ tˈaɪm nˈɔːɹ spˈeɪs nˈɔːɹ jˈuːnɪvˌɜːs. ɪt wʌz ʃiː hˌuː tˈɜːnd ɐwˈeɪ.