text_original: Night after night I did nothing but dream, dream, dream of the asylum and its terrors. The warders, whose faces I knew so well, were always behind me; the antics of the madmen were re acted with merciless fidelity. The sense of utter helplessness in the hands of mad doctors, which the experience had left upon my mind, would leave me neither night nor day.
text_transcription: NIGHT AFTER NIGHT I DID NOTHING BUT DREAM DREAM DREAM OF THE ASYLUM AND ITS TERRORS THE WARDERS WHOSE FACES I KNEW SO WELL WERE ALWAYS BEHIND ME THE ANTICS OF THE MADMEN WERE REACTED WITH MERCILESS FIDELITY THE SENSE OF UTTER HELPLESSNESS IN THE HANDS OF MAD DOCTORS WHICH THE EXPERIENCE HAD LEFT UPON MY MIND WOULD LEAVE ME NEITHER NIGHT NOR DAY
phonemes: nˈaɪt ˈæftɚ nˈaɪt aɪ dˈɪd nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt dɹˈiːm, dɹˈiːm, dɹˈiːm ʌvðɪ ɐsˈaɪləm ænd ɪts tˈɛɹɚz. ðə wˈɔːɹdɚz, hˌuːz fˈeɪsᵻz aɪ nˈuː sˌoʊ wˈɛl, wɜːɹ ˈɔːlweɪz bᵻhˈaɪnd mˌiː; ðɪ ˈæntɪks ʌvðə mˈædmɛn wɜː ɹˌiː ˈæktᵻd wɪð mˈɜːsiləs fᵻdˈɛlᵻɾi. ðə sˈɛns ʌv ˈʌɾɚ hˈɛlpləsnəs ɪnðə hˈændz ʌv mˈæd dˈɑːktɚz, wˌɪtʃ ðɪ ɛkspˈiəɹɪəns hæd lˈɛft əpˌɑːn maɪ mˈaɪnd, wʊd lˈiːv mˌiː nˈiːðɚ nˈaɪt nˈɔːɹ dˈeɪ.