text_original: He let go my shoulder, brushed back his hair in a fiery manner, and, seizing a knife which unhappily lay on the table, gave me a graphic illustration of Mr. Jackson about to carve the pig, I retreating, and he coming on.
text_transcription: HE LET GO MY SHOULDER BRUSHED BACK HIS HAIR IN A FIERY MANNER AND SEIZING A KNIFE WHICH UNHAPPILY LAY ON THE TABLE GAVE ME A GRAPHIC ILLUSTRATION OF MISTER JACKSON ABOUT TO CARVE THE PIG I RETREATING AND HE COMING ON
phonemes: hiː lˈɛt ɡˌoʊ maɪ ʃˈoʊldɚ, bɹˈʌʃt bˈæk hɪz hˈɛɹ ɪn ɐ fˈaɪɚɹi mˈænɚ, ænd, sˈiːzɪŋ ɐ nˈaɪf wˌɪtʃ ʌnhˈæpɪli lˈeɪ ɔnðə tˈeɪbəl, ɡˈeɪv mˌiː ɐ ɡɹˈæfɪk ˌɪləstɹˈeɪʃən ʌv mˈɪstɚ. dʒˈæksən ɐbˌaʊt tə kˈɑːɹv ðə pˈɪɡ, aɪ ɹᵻtɹˈiːɾɪŋ, ænd hiː kˈʌmɪŋ ˈɔn.