text_original: His soul squints; his mind loves hidden crannies, tortuous paths and back  doors, everything secret appeals to him as his world, his safety, his balm; he is past master in silence, in not for  getting, in waiting, in provisional self depreciation and self abasement.
text_transcription: HIS SOUL SQUINTS HIS MIND LOVES HIDDEN CRANNIES TORTUOUS PATHS AND BACK DOORS EVERYTHING SECRET APPEALS TO HIM AS HIS WORLD HIS SAFETY HIS BALM HE IS PAST MASTER IN SILENCE IN NOT FORGETTING IN WAITING IN PROVISIONAL SELF DEPRECIATION AND SELF ABASEMENT
phonemes: hɪz sˈoʊl skwˈɪnts; hɪz mˈaɪnd lˈʌvz hˈɪdən kɹˈænɪz, tˈɔːɹtʃuːəs pˈæθs ænd bˈæk dˈɔːɹz, ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ sˈiːkɹᵻt ɐpˈiːlz tə hˌɪm æz hɪz wˈɜːld, hɪz sˈeɪfti, hɪz bˈɑːm; hiː ɪz pˈæst mˈæstɚɹ ɪn sˈaɪləns, ɪn nˌɑːt fɔːɹ ɡˈɛɾɪŋ, ɪn wˈeɪɾɪŋ, ɪn pɹəvˈɪʒənəl sˈɛlf dᵻpɹˌiːʃɪˈeɪʃən ænd sˈɛlf ɐbˈeɪsmənt.