text_original: Nothing regular or consecutive; a maze of dream images in which she lost herself, and under the power of which her tears slowly gathered and began to run down her cheeks.
text_transcription: NOTHING REGULAR OR CONSECUTIVE A MAZE OF DREAM IMAGES IN WHICH SHE LOST HERSELF AND UNDER THE POWER OF WHICH HER TEARS SLOWLY GATHERED AND BEGAN TO RUN DOWN HER CHEEKS
phonemes: nˈʌθɪŋ ɹˈɛɡjʊlɚ ɔːɹ kənsˈɛkjuːtˌɪv; ɐ mˈeɪz ʌv dɹˈiːm ˈɪmɪdʒᵻz ɪnwˌɪtʃ ʃiː lˈɔst hɜːsˈɛlf, ænd ˌʌndɚ ðə pˈaʊɚ ʌvwˈɪtʃ hɜː tˈɪɹz slˈoʊli ɡˈæðɚd ænd bɪɡˈæn tə ɹˈʌn dˌaʊn hɜː tʃˈiːks.