text_original: Again, and again, and again, the ghostly procession came up the steep path from the depths of the sea, and passed in slow silent measure into St. Olaf's Well. Gormala's words were becoming a truth to me; that above and around me was some force which was impelling to an end all things of which I could take cognizance, myself amongst the rest.
text_transcription: AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN THE GHOSTLY PROCESSION CAME UP THE STEEP PATH FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA AND PASSED IN SO SILENT A MEASURE INTO SAINT OLIVE'S WILL GRIMALA'S WORDS WERE BECOMING A TRUTH TO ME THAT ABOVE AND AROUND ME WAS SOME FORCE WHICH WAS IMPELLING TO END ALL THINGS OF WHICH I COULD TAKE COGNIZANCE MYSELF AMONGST THE REST
phonemes: ɐɡˈɛn, ænd ɐɡˈɛn, ænd ɐɡˈɛn, ðə ɡˈoʊstli pɹəsˈɛʃən kˈeɪm ˌʌp ðə stˈiːp pˈæθ fɹʌmðə dˈɛpθs ʌvðə sˈiː, ænd pˈæst ɪn slˈoʊ sˈaɪlənt mˈɛʒɚɹ ˌɪntʊ sənt. ˈoʊlæfs wˈɛl. ɡɔːɹmˈɑːləz wˈɜːdz wɜː bᵻkˈʌmɪŋ ɐ tɹˈuːθ tə mˌiː; ðæt əbˌʌv ænd ɚɹˈaʊnd mˌiː wʌz sˌʌm fˈɔːɹs wˌɪtʃ wʌz ɪmpˈɛlɪŋ tʊ ɐn ˈɛnd ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz ʌvwˈɪtʃ aɪ kʊd tˈeɪk kˈɑːɡnɪzəns, maɪsˈɛlf ɐmˌʌŋst ðə ɹˈɛst.