text_original: But that would never do: he must play upon this black one's superstitions. Let Horab once leave this cave with that devilish, soundless scream ringing in his ears and he, Garry Connell, was lost. And Luhra!  what hope for her out there?... The black hands were moving impatiently toward the machine....
text_transcription: BUT THAT WOULD NEVER DO HE MUST PLAY UPON THIS BLACK ONE'S SUPERSTITIONS LET HORAB ONCE LEAVE THIS CAVE WITH THAT DEVILISH SOUNDLESS SCREAM RINGING IN HIS EARS AND HE GARRY CONALL WAS LOST AND LAURA WHAT HOPE FOR HER OUT THERE THE BLACK HANDS WERE MOVING IMPATIENTLY TOWARD THE MACHINE
phonemes: bˌʌt ðæt wʊd nˈɛvɚ dˈuː: hiː mˈʌst plˈeɪ əpˌɑːn ðɪs blˈæk wˈʌnz sˈuːpɚstˈɪʃənz. lˈɛt hˈɔːɹæb wˈʌns lˈiːv ðɪs kˈeɪv wɪð ðæt dˈɛvɪlɪʃ, sˈaʊndləs skɹˈiːm ɹˈɪŋɪŋ ɪn hɪz ˈɪɹz ænd hiː, ɡˈæɹi kˈɑːnəl, wʌz lˈɔst. ænd lˈuːɹə!  wˌʌt hˈoʊp fɔːɹ hɜːɹ ˈaʊt ðˈɛɹ?... ðə blˈæk hˈændz wɜː mˈuːvɪŋ ɪmpˈeɪʃəntli təwˈɔːɹd ðə məʃˈiːn....