text_original: Suddenly you see him, singing straight at you, so close to your hand that it gives you quite an uncanny feeling for the moment; and you wonder: Who is he—what is he—that he should be saying all this to me, obviously to me, and to no one else but me?
text_transcription: SUDDENLY YOU SEE HIM SINGING STRAIGHT AT YOU SO CLOSE TO YOUR HAND THAT IT GIVES YOU QUITE AN UNCANNY FEELING FOR THE MOMENT AND YOU WONDER WHO IS HE WHAT IS HE THAT HE SHOULD BE SAYING ALL THIS TO ME OBVIOUSLY TO ME AND TO NO ONE ELSE BUT ME
phonemes: sˈʌdənli juː sˈiː hˌɪm, sˈɪŋɪŋ stɹˈeɪt æt juː, sˌoʊ klˈoʊs tə jʊɹ hˈænd ðˌɐɾɪt ɡˈɪvz juː kwˈaɪt ɐn ʌŋkˈæni fˈiːlɪŋ fɚðə mˈoʊmənt; ænd juː wˈʌndɚ: hˈuː ɪz hiː—wˌʌt ɪz hiː—ðæt hiː ʃˌʊd biː sˈeɪɪŋ ˈɔːl ðɪs tə mˌiː, ˈɑːbviəsli tə mˌiː, ænd tə nˈoʊwˈʌn ˈɛls bˌʌt mˌiː?