text_original: At every street barricade, there whirls simmering, a minor whirlpool,—strengthening the barricade, since God knows what is coming; and all minor whirlpools play distractedly into that grand Fire Mahlstrom which is lashing round the Bastille. And so it lashes and it roars.
text_transcription: AT EVERY STREET BARRICADE THERE WHIRLS SIMMERING A MINOR WHIRLPOOL STRENGTHENING THE BARRICADE SINCE GOD KNOWS WHAT IS COMING AND ALL MINOR WHIRLPOOLS PLAY DISTRACTEDLY INTO THAT GRAND FIRE MAELSTROM WHICH IS LASHING ROUND THE BASTILLE AND SO IT LASHES AND IT ROARS
phonemes: æɾ ˈɛvɹi stɹˈiːt bˈæɹɪkˌeɪd, ðɛɹ wˈɜːlz sˈɪmɚɹɪŋ, ɐ mˈaɪnɚ wˈɜːlpuːl,—stɹˈɛŋθənɪŋ ðə bˈæɹɪkˌeɪd, sˈɪns ɡˈɑːd nˈoʊz wʌt ɪz kˈʌmɪŋ; ænd ˈɔːl mˈaɪnɚ wˈɜːlpuːlz plˈeɪ dɪstɹˈæktᵻdli ˌɪntʊ ðæt ɡɹˈænd fˈaɪɚ mˈɑːlstɹɑːm wˌɪtʃ ɪz lˈæʃɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd ðə bˈæstɪl. ænd sˌoʊ ɪt lˈæʃᵻz ænd ɪt ɹˈɔːɹz.