text_original: "He had turned his ankle in the fall, and there we sat, he with his useless foot, and I with my throbbing head, and we talked and talked until gradually my bitterness began to soften and to turn into something like sympathy.
text_transcription: HE HAD TURNED HIS ANKLE IN THE FALL AND THERE WE SAT HE WITH HIS USELESS FOOT AND I WITH MY THROBING HEAD AND WE TALKED AND TALKED UNTIL GRADUALLY MY BITTERNESS BEGAN TO SOFTEN AND TO TURN INTO SOMETHING LIKE SYMPATHY
phonemes: "hiː hæd tˈɜːnd hɪz ˈæŋkəl ɪnðə fˈɔːl, ænd ðɛɹ wiː sˈæt, hiː wɪð hɪz jˈuːsləs fˈʊt, ænd aɪ wɪð maɪ θɹˈɑːbɪŋ hˈɛd, ænd wiː tˈɔːkt ænd tˈɔːkt ʌntˈɪl ɡɹˈædʒuːəli maɪ bˈɪtɚnəs bɪɡˈæn tə sˈɔfən ænd tə tˈɜːn ˌɪntʊ sˈʌmθɪŋ lˈaɪk sˈɪmpəθi.