text_original: For him victory seemed to exist in the suspense of the very silence, in the charged atmosphere of the room. He began to shuffle the cards. His hands were white, shapely, perfect, like a woman's, and yet not beautiful.
text_transcription: FOR HIM VICTORY SEEMED TO EXIST IN THE SUSPENSE OF THE VERY SILENCE IN THE CHARGED ATMOSPHERE OF THE ROOM HE BEGAN TO SHUFFLE THE CARDS HIS HANDS WERE WHITE SHAPELY PERFECT LIKE A WOMAN'S AND YET NOT BEAUTIFUL
phonemes: fɔːɹ hˌɪm vˈɪktɚɹi sˈiːmd tʊ ɛɡzˈɪst ɪnðə səspˈɛns ʌvðə vˈɛɹi sˈaɪləns, ɪnðə tʃˈɑːɹdʒd ˈætməsfˌɪɹ ʌvðə ɹˈuːm. hiː bɪɡˈæn tə ʃˈʌfəl ðə kˈɑːɹdz. hɪz hˈændz wɜː wˈaɪt, ʃˈeɪpli, pˈɜːfɛkt, lˈaɪk ɐ wˈʊmənz, ænd jˈɛt nˌɑːt bjˈuːɾifəl.