text_original: The darkness passed out of his soul. Then, as he stood there, bareheaded, at the height of this all satisfying moment, when the last echoing melody of the sledge had blended in the roar of the crowd, a strange feeling of a presence struck Neale. Was it spiritual  was it divine  was it God? Or was it only baneful, fateful  the specter of his accomplished work  a reminder of the long, gray future?
text_transcription: THE DARKNESS PASSED OUT OF HIS SOUL THEN AS HE STOOD THERE BAREHEADED AT THE HEIGHT OF THIS ALL SATISFYING MOMENT WHEN THE LAST ECHOING MELODY OF THE SLEDGE HAD BLENDED IN THE ROAR OF THE CROWD A STRANGE FEELING OF A PRESENCE STRUCK NEAR WAS IT SPIRITUAL WAS IT DIVINE WAS IT GOD OR WAS IT ONLY BANEFUL FATEFUL THE SPECTRE OF HIS ACCOMPLISHED WORK A REMINDER OF THE LONG GRAY FUTURE
phonemes: ðə dˈɑːɹknəs pˈæst ˌaʊɾəv hɪz sˈoʊl. ðˈɛn, æz hiː stˈʊd ðˈɛɹ, bˈɛɹhɛdᵻd, æt ðə hˈaɪt ʌv ðɪs ˈɔːl sˈæɾɪsfˌaɪɪŋ mˈoʊmənt, wˌɛn ðə lˈæst ˈɛkoʊɪŋ mˈɛlədi ʌvðə slˈɛdʒ hæd blˈɛndᵻd ɪnðə ɹˈɔːɹ ʌvðə kɹˈaʊd, ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ fˈiːlɪŋ əvə pɹˈɛzəns stɹˈʌk nˈiːl. wʌz ɪt spˈɪɹɪtʃˌuːəl wʌz ɪt dᵻvˈaɪn wʌz ɪt ɡˈɑːd? ɔːɹ wʌz ɪɾ ˈoʊnli bˈeɪnfəl, fˈeɪtfəl ðə spˈɛktɚɹ ʌv hɪz ɐkˈɑːmplɪʃt wˈɜːk ɐ ɹᵻmˈaɪndɚɹ ʌvðə lˈɔŋ, ɡɹˈeɪ fjˈuːtʃɚ?