text_original: A little further on, the keen eye of Ben Hesed descried a palsied man lying on his bed, his emaciated face the color of death. Beyond him were a group of blind men, waiting with the hopeless apathy of accustomed misery for something, they scarce knew what.
text_transcription: A LITTLE FURTHER ON THE KEEN EYE OF BEN HAS SAID DESCRIED A PALSIED MAN LYING ON HIS BED HIS EMACIATED FACE THE COLOR OF DEATH BEYOND HIM WERE A GROUP OF BLIND MEN WAITING WITH THE HOPELESS APATHY AND ACCUSTOMED MISERY FOR SOMETHING THEY SCARCE KNEW WHAT
phonemes: ɐ lˈɪɾəl fˈɜːðɚɹ ˈɔn, ðə kˈiːn ˈaɪ ʌv bˈɛn hˈiːzd dᵻskɹˈeɪd ɐ pˈɔːlzid mˈæn lˈaɪɪŋ ˌɔn hɪz bˈɛd, hɪz iːmˈeɪsɪˌeɪɾᵻd fˈeɪs ðə kˈʌlɚɹ ʌv dˈɛθ. bᵻjˌɔnd hˌɪm wɜːɹ ɐ ɡɹˈuːp ʌv blˈaɪnd mˈɛn, wˈeɪɾɪŋ wɪððə hˈoʊpləs ˈæpəθi ʌv ɐkˈʌstəmd mˈɪzɚɹi fɔːɹ sˈʌmθɪŋ, ðeɪ skˈɛɹs nˈuː wˈʌt.