text_original: I had no fear, but a curious baked eagerness, the strangest feeling of having lost myself and become part of this around me; exactly as if my own hands and voice and eyes had left me and were groping, and whispering, and gazing out there in the eeriness.
text_transcription: I HAD NO FEAR BUT A CURIOUS BAKED EAGERNESS THE STRANGEST FEELING OF HAVING LOST MYSELF AND BECOME PART OF THIS AROUND ME EXACTLY AS IF MY OWN HANDS AND VOICE AND EYES HAD LEFT ME AND WERE GROPING AND WHISPERING AND GAZING OUT THERE IN THE EERINESS
phonemes: aɪ hæd nˈoʊ fˈɪɹ, bˌʌt ɐ kjˈʊɹɹiəs bˈeɪkt ˈiːɡɚnəs, ðə stɹˈeɪndʒɪst fˈiːlɪŋ ʌv hˌævɪŋ lˈɔst maɪsˈɛlf ænd bɪkˌʌm pˈɑːɹt ʌv ðɪs ɚɹˈaʊnd mˌiː; ɛɡzˈæktli æz ɪf maɪ ˈoʊn hˈændz ænd vˈɔɪs ænd ˈaɪz hæd lˈɛft mˌiː ænd wɜː ɡɹˈoʊpɪŋ, ænd wˈɪspɚɹɪŋ, ænd ɡˈeɪzɪŋ ˈaʊt ðɛɹ ɪnðɪ ˈɪɹinəs.