text_original: He began to shuffle the cards. His hands were white, shapely, perfect, like a woman's, and yet not beautiful. The spirit, the power, the ruthless nature in them had no relation to beauty.
text_transcription: HE BEGAN TO SHUFFLE THE CARDS HIS HANDS WERE WHITE SHAPELY PERFECT LIKE A WOMAN'S AND YET NOT BEAUTIFUL THE SPIRIT THE POWER THE RUTHLESS NATURE IN THEM HAD NO RELATION TO BEAUTY
phonemes: hiː bɪɡˈæn tə ʃˈʌfəl ðə kˈɑːɹdz. hɪz hˈændz wɜː wˈaɪt, ʃˈeɪpli, pˈɜːfɛkt, lˈaɪk ɐ wˈʊmənz, ænd jˈɛt nˌɑːt bjˈuːɾifəl. ðə spˈɪɹɪt, ðə pˈaʊɚ, ðə ɹˈuːθləs nˈeɪtʃɚɹ ɪn ðˌɛm hæd nˈoʊ ɹᵻlˈeɪʃən tə bjˈuːɾi.