text_original: He turned towards me, and looked into my eyes with two filmy orbs that distilled the rheum of intoxication. "Nitre?" he asked, at length. "Nitre," I replied. "How long have you had that cough?" "Ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh!
text_transcription: HE TURNED TOWARD ME AND LOOKED INTO MY EYES WITH TWO FILMY ORBS THAT DISTILLED THE ROOM OF INTOXICATION KNITER HE ASKED AT LENGTH NIGHTER I REPLIED HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD THAT COU
phonemes: hiː tˈɜːnd təwˈɔːɹdz mˌiː, ænd lˈʊkt ˌɪntʊ maɪ ˈaɪz wɪð tˈuː fˈɪlmi ˈɔːɹbz ðæt dɪstˈɪld ðə ɹˈuːm ʌv ɪntˌɑːksɪkˈeɪʃən. "nˈaɪɾɚ?" hiː ˈæskt, æt lˈɛŋθ. "nˈaɪɾɚ," aɪ ɹᵻplˈaɪd. "hˌaʊ lˈɔŋ hæv juː hæd ðæt kˈɔf?" "ˈʌɡ! ˈʌɡ! ˈʌɡ!—ˈʌɡ! ˈʌɡ! ˈʌɡ!—ˈʌɡ!