text_original: Connell's mind was a whirl of snarled thoughts and emotions, of puzzled wonder and fighting rage; yet strangely through and above them all was a feeling of pure joy in the message of the eyes in a face that was utterly lovely. The black figure had opened the chest.
text_transcription: CONALL'S MIND WAS A WHIRL OF SNARLED THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS OF PUZZLED WONDER AND FIGHTING RAGE YET STRANGELY THROUGH AND ABOVE THEM ALL WAS A FEELING OF PURE JOY IN THE MESSAGE OF THE EYES IN A FACE THAT WAS UTTERLY LOVELY THE BLACK FIGURE HAD OPENED THE CHEST
phonemes: kˈɑːnəlz mˈaɪnd wʌzɐ wˈɜːl ʌv snˈɑːɹld θˈɔːts ænd ɪmˈoʊʃənz, ʌv pˈʌzəld wˈʌndɚ ænd fˈaɪɾɪŋ ɹˈeɪdʒ; jˈɛt stɹˈeɪndʒli θɹuː ænd əbˌʌv ðˌɛm ˈɔːl wʌzɐ fˈiːlɪŋ ʌv pjˈʊɹ dʒˈɔɪ ɪnðə mˈɛsɪdʒ ʌvðɪ ˈaɪz ɪn ɐ fˈeɪs ðæt wʌz ˈʌɾɚli lˈʌvli. ðə blˈæk fˈɪɡjɚ hæd ˈoʊpənd ðə tʃˈɛst.