text_original: Garry thought once of his pistol, but knew in the same thought that he could never reach it; the spear of Horab would crash through him at the first movement. He dismissed the thought  forgot it  and forgot all else in the fascination of beholding the sagging lips and the scowling stupefaction on the black face of Horab.
text_transcription: GARRY THOUGHT ONCE OF HIS PISTOL BUT KNEW IN THE SAME THOUGHT THAT HE COULD NEVER REACH IT THE SPEAR OF HORAB WOULD CRASH THROUGH HIM AT THE FIRST MOVEMENT HE DISMISSED THE THOUGHT FORGOT IT AND FORGOT ALL ELSE IN THE FASCINATION OF BEHOLDING THE SAGGING LIPS AND THE SCOWLING STUPEFACTION ON THE BLACK FACE OF HORAB
phonemes: ɡˈæɹi θˈɔːt wˈʌns ʌv hɪz pˈɪstəl, bˌʌt nˈuː ɪnðə sˈeɪm θˈɔːt ðæt hiː kʊd nˈɛvɚ ɹˈiːtʃ ɪt; ðə spˈɪɹ ʌv hˈɔːɹæb wʊd kɹˈæʃ θɹuː hˌɪm æt ðə fˈɜːst mˈuːvmənt. hiː dɪsmˈɪst ðə θˈɔːt fɚɡˈɑːt ɪt ænd fɚɡˈɑːt ˈɔːl ˈɛls ɪnðə fˌæsᵻnˈeɪʃən ʌv bᵻhˈoʊldɪŋ ðə sˈæɡɪŋ lˈɪps ænd ðə skˈaʊlɪŋ stˌuːpɪfˈækʃən ɔnðə blˈæk fˈeɪs ʌv hˈɔːɹæb.