text_original: And somehow, he gives the last touch of strangeness to the events of that fatal night, and in my mind, he becomes a part of it no less than the child on the stairs, the burning inferno that lit the background, and the great statue of that unknown hero who held out his scroll for a moment in that lurid light, like a symbol from the sunken City of the Dead.
text_transcription: AND SOMEHOW HE GIVES THE LAST TOUCH OF STRANGENESS TO THE EVENTS OF THAT FATAL NIGHT AND IN MY MIND HE BECOMES A PART OF IT NO LESS THAN THE CHILD ON THE STAIRS THE BURNING INFERNO THAT LIT THE BACKGROUND AND THE GREAT STATUE OF THE UNKNOWN HERO WHO HELD OUT HIS SCROLL FOR A MOMENT IN THAT LURID LIGHT LIKE A SYMBOL FROM THE SUNKEN CITY OF THE DEAD
phonemes: ænd sˈʌmhaʊ, hiː ɡˈɪvz ðə lˈæst tˈʌtʃ ʌv stɹˈeɪndʒnəs tə ðɪ ᵻvˈɛnts ʌv ðæt fˈeɪɾəl nˈaɪt, ænd ɪn maɪ mˈaɪnd, hiː bɪkˌʌmz ɐ pˈɑːɹt ʌv ɪt nˈoʊ lˈɛs ðɐn ðə tʃˈaɪld ɔnðə stˈɛɹz, ðə bˈɜːnɪŋ ɪnfˈɜːnoʊ ðæt lˈɪt ðə bˈækɡɹaʊnd, ænd ðə ɡɹˈeɪt stˈætʃuː ʌv ðæt ʌnnˈoʊn hˈiəɹoʊ hˌuː hˈɛld ˈaʊt hɪz skɹˈoʊl fɚɹə mˈoʊmənt ɪn ðæt lˈʊɹɹɪd lˈaɪt, lˈaɪk ɐ sˈɪmbəl fɹʌmðə sˈʌŋkən sˈɪɾi ʌvðə dˈɛd.