text_original: He stood there, ludicrous and unreal in his stark black nakedness, his frayed robes of crimson whipping to tatters in the breeze. Yet he had forgotten his wounds  Horab was standing upright  and Garry's hand that held the pistol fell loosely at his side.
text_transcription: HE STOOD THERE LUDICROUS AND UNREAL IN HIS STARK BLACK NAKEDNESS HIS FRAYED ROBES OF CRIMSON WHIPPING THE TATTERS IN THE BREEZE YET HE HAD FORGOTTEN HIS WOUNDS HORAB WAS STANDING UPRIGHT AND GARRY'S HAND THAT HELD THE PISTOL FELL LOOSELY AT HIS SIDE
phonemes: hiː stˈʊd ðˈɛɹ, lˈuːdɪkɹəs ænd ʌnɹˈiːəl ɪn hɪz stˈɑːɹk blˈæk nˈeɪkᵻdnəs, hɪz fɹˈeɪd ɹˈoʊbz ʌv kɹˈɪmsən wˈɪpɪŋ tə tˈæɾɚz ɪnðə bɹˈiːz. jˈɛt hiː hæd fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ hɪz wˈuːndz hˈɔːɹæb wʌz stˈændɪŋ ˈʌpɹaɪt ænd ɡˈæɹiz hˈænd ðæt hˈɛld ðə pˈɪstəl fˈɛl lˈuːsli æt hɪz sˈaɪd.