text_original: the ring and crash and thud and scrape of labor, the whistle of the seeping sand on the wind, the feel of the heavy sledge that he could wield as a toy, the throb of pulse, the smell of dust and sweat, the sense of his being there, his action, his solidarity, his physical brawn  once more manhood.
text_transcription: THE RING AND CRASH AND THUD AND SCRAPE OF LABOUR THE WHISTLE OF THE SEEPING SAND AND THE WIND THE FEEL OF THE HEAVY SLEDGE THAT HE COULD WIELD AS A TOY THE THROB OF PULSE THE SMELL OF DUST AND SWEAT THE SENSE OF HIS BEING THERE HIS ACTION HIS SOLIDARITY HIS PHYSICAL BRAWN ONCE MORE MANHOOD
phonemes: ðə ɹˈɪŋ ænd kɹˈæʃ ænd θˈʌd ænd skɹˈeɪp ʌv lˈeɪbɚ, ðə wˈɪsəl ʌvðə sˈiːpɪŋ sˈænd ɔnðə wˈɪnd, ðə fˈiːl ʌvðə hˈɛvi slˈɛdʒ ðæt hiː kʊd wˈiːld æz ɐ tˈɔɪ, ðə θɹˈɑːb ʌv pˈʌls, ðə smˈɛl ʌv dˈʌst ænd swˈɛt, ðə sˈɛns ʌv hɪz bˌiːɪŋ ðˈɛɹ, hɪz ˈækʃən, hɪz sˌɑːlɪdˈæɹᵻɾi, hɪz fˈɪzɪkəl bɹˈɔːn wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ mˈænhʊd.