text_original: You're packin' a bullet somewhar in your carcass." "It's here," said Neale, putting his hand to his breast, high up toward the shoulder. "I feel it  a dull, steady, weighty pain.... But that's nothing. I hope I always have it."
text_transcription: YOU'RE PACKING A BULLET SOMEWHERE IN YOUR CARCASS IT'S HERE SAID NEIL PUTTING HIS HAND TO HIS BREAST HIGH UP TOWARD THE SHOULDER I FEEL IT A DULL STEADY WEIGHTY PAIN BUT THAT'S NOTHING I HOPE I ALWAYS HAVE IT
phonemes: jʊɹ pˈækɪn ɐ bˈʊlɪt sˈʌmwɑːɹ ɪn jʊɹ kˈɑːɹkəs." "ɪts hˈɪɹ," sˈɛd nˈiːl, pˈʊɾɪŋ hɪz hˈænd tə hɪz bɹˈɛst, hˈaɪ ˌʌp təwˈɔːɹd ðə ʃˈoʊldɚ. "aɪ fˈiːl ɪɾ ɐ dˈʌl, stˈɛdi, wˈeɪɾi pˈeɪn.... bˌʌt ðæts nˈʌθɪŋ. aɪ hˈoʊp aɪ ˈɔːlweɪz hˈæv ɪt."