text_original: And so it goes plunging through court and corridor; billowing uncontrollable, firing from windows—on itself: in hot frenzy of triumph, of grief and vengeance for its slain. The poor Invalides will fare ill; one Swiss, running off in his white smock, is driven back, with a death thrust.
text_transcription: AND SO IT GOES PLUNGING THROUGH COURT AND CORRIDOR BELOWING UNCONTROLLABLE FIRING FROM WINDOWS ON ITSELF IN HOT FRENZY OF TRIUMPH OF GRIEF AND VENGEANCE FOR ITS SLAIN THE POOR INVALID WILL FARE ILL ONE SWISS RUNNING OFF IN HIS WHITE SMOCK IS DRIVEN BACK WITH A DEAF FROST
phonemes: ænd sˌoʊ ɪt ɡoʊz plˈʌndʒɪŋ θɹuː kˈɔːɹt ænd kˈɔɹɪdˌɔːɹ; bˈɪloʊɪŋ ʌŋkəntɹˈoʊləbəl, fˈaɪɚɹɪŋ fɹʌm wˈɪndoʊz—ˌɔn ɪtsˈɛlf: ɪn hˈɑːt fɹˈɛnzi ʌv tɹˈaɪʌmf, ʌv ɡɹˈiːf ænd vˈɛndʒəns fɔːɹ ɪts slˈeɪn. ðə pˈʊɹ ɪnvˈælaɪdz wɪl fˈɛɹ ˈɪl; wˈʌn swˈɪs, ɹˈʌnɪŋ ˈɔf ɪn hɪz wˈaɪt smˈɑːk, ɪz dɹˈɪvən bˈæk, wɪð ɐ dˈɛθ θɹˈʌst.