text_original: To go whirling down, plucked at here by an olive branch, or there by a jagged rock, yet always whirling downward, re  bounding from edge to edge, faster, and faster, and faster, till one were dashed into a shapeless mass on that white road yonder ! " 2 24  ^^^ along the River, " And to think of people living up there in the clouds, and going to sleep every night with the knowledge of this mighty wall and that dreadful abyss in their minds
text_transcription: TO GO WHIRLING DOWN PLUCKED AT HERE BY AN OLIVE BRANCH OR THERE BY JAGGED ROCK YET ALWAYS WHIRLING DOWNWARD REBOUNDING FROM EDGE TO EDGE FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER TILL ONE WERE DASHED INTO A SHAPELESS MASS ON THAT WHITE ROAD YONDER AND TO THINK OF PEOPLE LIVING UP THERE IN THE CLOUDS AND GOING TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT WITH THE KNOWLEDGE OF THIS MIGHTY WALL AND THAT DREADFUL ABYSS IN THEIR MINDS
phonemes: tə ɡˌoʊ wˈɜːlɪŋ dˈaʊn, plˈʌkt æt hˈɪɹ baɪ ɐn ˈɑːlɪv bɹˈæntʃ, ɔːɹ ðɛɹ baɪ ɐ dʒˈæɡᵻd ɹˈɑːk, jˈɛt ˈɔːlweɪz wˈɜːlɪŋ dˈaʊnwɚd, ɹˌiː bˈaʊndɪŋ fɹʌm ˈɛdʒ tʊ ˈɛdʒ, fˈæstɚ, ænd fˈæstɚ, ænd fˈæstɚ, tˈɪl wˈʌn wɜː dˈæʃt ˌɪntʊ ɐ ʃˈeɪpləs mˈæs ˌɔn ðæt wˈaɪt ɹˈoʊd jˈɑːndɚ ! " tˈuː twˈɛnti fˈɔːɹ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈɪvɚ, " ænd tə θˈɪŋk ʌv pˈiːpəl lˈɪvɪŋ ˌʌp ðɛɹ ɪnðə klˈaʊdz, ænd ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə slˈiːp ˈɛvɹi nˈaɪt wɪððə nˈɑːlɪdʒ ʌv ðɪs mˈaɪɾi wˈɔːl ænd ðæt dɹˈɛdfəl ɐbˈɪs ɪn ðɛɹ mˈaɪndz