text_original: From this moment his life was nothing but an alternation of starts and reveries; he wept and raved by turns, according to the prevailing gust of passion; food became a stranger to his lips, and sleep to his eyelids; he could not support the presence of Monimia, her absence increased the torture of his pangs; and, when he met her by accident, he started back with horror, like a traveller who chances to tread upon a snake.
text_transcription: FROM THIS MOMENT HIS LIFE WAS NOTHING BUT AN ALTERNATION OF STARTS AND REVERSES HE WEPT AND RAVED BY TURNS ACCORDING TO THE PREVAILING GUST OF PASSION FOOD BECAME A STRANGER TO HIS LIPS AND SLEEP TO HIS EYELIDS HE COULD NOT SUPPORT THE PRESENCE OF MANIMA HER ABSENCE INCREASED THE TORTURE OF HIS PANGS AND WHEN HE MET HER BY ACCIDENT HE STARTED BACK WITH HORROR LIKE A TRAVELLER WHO CHANCES TO TREAD UPON A SNAKE
phonemes: fɹʌm ðɪs mˈoʊmənt hɪz lˈaɪf wʌz nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ɐn ˌɔltɚnˈeɪʃən ʌv stˈɑːɹts ænd ɹˈɛvɚɹiz; hiː wˈɛpt ænd ɹˈeɪvd baɪ tˈɜːnz, ɐkˈɔːɹdɪŋ tə ðə pɹɪvˈeɪlɪŋ ɡˈʌst ʌv pˈæʃən; fˈuːd bɪkˌeɪm ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒɚ tə hɪz lˈɪps, ænd slˈiːp tə hɪz ˈaɪlɪdz; hiː kʊd nˌɑːt səpˈɔːɹt ðə pɹˈɛzəns ʌv mənˈɪmiə, hɜːɹ ˈæbsəns ɪŋkɹˈiːst ðə tˈɔːɹtʃɚɹ ʌv hɪz pˈæŋz; ænd, wˌɛn hiː mˈɛt hɜː baɪ ˈæksɪdənt, hiː stˈɑːɹɾᵻd bˈæk wɪð hˈɔɹɚ, lˈaɪk ɐ tɹˈævəlɚ hˌuː tʃˈænsᵻz tə tɹˈɛd əpˌɑːn ɐ snˈeɪk.