text_original: Martin Disney plunged into the shadow of one of those funereal avenues, and — while the sun blazed in almost tropical splendour upon the open lawn in the far distance — he walked as it were in the deep of night, a night whose gloom harmonized with that darker night in his despairing heart.
text_transcription: MARTIN DISNEY PLUNGED INTO THE SHADOW OF ONE OF THOSE FUNEREAL AVENUES AND WHILE THE SUN BLAZED IN ALMOST TROPICAL SPLENDOR UPON THE OPEN LAWN IN THE FAR DISTANCE HE WALKED AS IT WERE IN THE DEEP OF NIGHT A NIGHT WHOSE GLOOM HARBONIZED WITH THAT DARKER NIGHT IN HIS DESPAIRING HEART
phonemes: mˈɑːɹtɪn dˈɪzni plˈʌndʒd ˌɪntʊ ðə ʃˈædoʊ ʌv wˈʌn ʌv ðoʊz fjuːnˈiəɹɪəl ˈævənˌuːz, ænd — wˌaɪl ðə sˈʌn blˈeɪzd ɪn ˈɔːlmoʊst tɹˈɑːpɪkəl splˈɛndɚɹ əpˌɑːn ðɪ ˈoʊpən lˈɔːn ɪnðə fˈɑːɹ dˈɪstəns — hiː wˈɔːkt æz ɪt wɜːɹ ɪnðə dˈiːp ʌv nˈaɪt, ɐ nˈaɪt hˌuːz ɡlˈuːm hˈɑːɹmənˌaɪzd wɪð ðæt dˈɑːɹkɚ nˈaɪt ɪn hɪz dᵻspˈɛɹɪŋ hˈɑːɹt.