text_original: I had no sooner approached this dismal gulph, than my nose was saluted with an intolerable stench of putrified cheese and rancid butter, that issued from an apartment at the foot of the ladder, resembling a chandler's shop, where, by the faint glimmering of a candle, I could perceive a man with a pale, meagre countenance, sitting behind a kind of desk, having spectacles on his nose, and a pen in his hand.
text_transcription: I HAD NO SOONER APPROACHED THIS DISMAL GULF THAN MY NOSE WAS SALUTED WITH AN INTOLERABLE STENCH OF PUTREFIED CHEESE AND RANCID BUTTER THAT ISSUED FROM AN APARTMENT AT THE FOOT OF THE LADDER RESEMBLING A CHANDLER'S SHOP WHERE BY THE FAINT GLIMMERING OF A CANDLE I COULD PERCEIVE A MAN WITH A PALE MEAGRE COUNTENANCE SITTING BEHIND A KIND OF DESK HAVING SPECTACLES ON HIS NOSE AND A PEN IN HIS HAND
phonemes: aɪ hæd nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚɹ ɐpɹˈoʊtʃt ðɪs dˈɪzməl ɡˈʌlf, ðɐn maɪ nˈoʊz wʌz səlˈuːɾᵻd wɪð ɐn ɪntˈɑːlɚɹəbəl stˈɛntʃ ʌv pjˈuːtɹᵻfˌaɪd tʃˈiːz ænd ɹˈænsɪd bˈʌɾɚ, ðæt ˈɪʃuːd fɹʌm ɐn ɐpˈɑːɹtmənt æt ðə fˈʊt ʌvðə lˈædɚ, ɹᵻzˈɛmblɪŋ ɐ tʃˈændlɚz ʃˈɑːp, wˈɛɹ, baɪ ðə fˈeɪnt ɡlˈɪmɚɹɪŋ əvə kˈændəl, aɪ kʊd pɚsˈiːv ɐ mˈæn wɪð ɐ pˈeɪl, mˈiːɡɚ kˈaʊntənəns, sˈɪɾɪŋ bᵻhˌaɪnd ɐ kˈaɪnd ʌv dˈɛsk, hˌævɪŋ spˈɛktəkəlz ˌɔn hɪz nˈoʊz, ænd ɐ pˈɛn ɪn hɪz hˈænd.