text_original: Again, in the intervals of quiet, I sat with my elbows on the table and my head in my hands, striving to allay the throbbing in my temples. Pains came and went, and at times I felt like a fagot flung into the fire,  I, who had never known a sick day.
text_transcription: AGAIN IN THE INTERVALS OF QUIET I SAT WITH MY ELBOWS ON THE TABLE AND MY HEAD IN MY HANDS STRIVING TO ALLAY THE THROBBING IN MY TEMPLES PAINS CAME AND WENT AND AT TIMES I FELT LIKE A FAGOT FLUNG INTO THE FIRE I WHO HAD NEVER KNOWN A SICK DAY
phonemes: ɐɡˈɛn, ɪnðɪ ˈɪntɚvəlz ʌv kwˈaɪət, aɪ sˈæt wɪð maɪ ˈɛlboʊz ɔnðə tˈeɪbəl ænd maɪ hˈɛd ɪn maɪ hˈændz, stɹˈaɪvɪŋ tʊ ɐlˈeɪ ðə θɹˈɑːbɪŋ ɪn maɪ tˈɛmpəlz. pˈeɪnz kˈeɪm ænd wˈɛnt, ænd æt tˈaɪmz aɪ fˈɛlt lˈaɪk ɐ fˈæɡət flˈʌŋ ˌɪntʊ ðə fˈaɪɚ,  ˈaɪ, hˌuː hæd nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊn ɐ sˈɪk dˈeɪ.