text_original: Rather like one who, delighting in a divine distraction, or sunken in the seas of his own soul, in whose ear the clock has just thundered with all its force its twelve strokes of noon, suddenly wakes up, and asks himself, "What has in point of fact just struck?"
text_transcription: RATHER LIKE ONE WHO DELIGHTING IN A DIVINE DISTRACTION OR SUNKEN IN THE SEAS OF HIS OWN SOUL IN WHOSE EAR THE CLOCK HAS JUST THUNDERED WITH ALL ITS FORCE ITS TWELVE STROKES OF NOON SUDDENLY WAKES UP AND ASKS HIMSELF WHAT HAS IN POINT OF FACT JUST STRUCK
phonemes: ɹˈæðɚ lˈaɪk wˈʌn hˈuː, dᵻlˈaɪɾɪŋ ɪn ɐ dᵻvˈaɪn dɪstɹˈækʃən, ɔːɹ sˈʌŋkən ɪnðə sˈiːz ʌv hɪz ˈoʊn sˈoʊl, ɪn hˌuːz ˈɪɹ ðə klˈɑːk hɐz dʒˈʌst θˈʌndɚd wɪð ˈɔːl ɪts fˈɔːɹs ɪts twˈɛlv stɹˈoʊks ʌv nˈuːn, sˈʌdənli wˈeɪks ˈʌp, ænd ˈæsks hɪmsˈɛlf, "wˌʌt hɐz ɪn pˈɔɪnt ʌv fˈækt dʒˈʌst stɹˈʌk?"