text_original: Edging back into the darkness, away from that uncomprehending youth, I escaped into the air, and passing the remains of last year's stacks under the tall, toppling elms, sat down in a field under the bank. It seemed to me that I had food for thought.
text_transcription: EDGING BACK INTO THE DARKNESS AWAY FROM THAT UNCOMPREHENDING YOUTH I ESCAPED INTO THE AIR AND PASSING THE REMAINS OF LAST YEAR'S STECKS UNDER THE TALL TOPPLING ELMS SAT DOWN IN A FIELD UNDER THE BANK IT SEEMED TO ME THAT I HAD FOOD FOR THOUGHT
phonemes: ˈɛdʒɪŋ bˈæk ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈɑːɹknəs, ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm ðæt ʌŋkˌɑːmpɹihˈɛndɪŋ jˈuːθ, aɪ ɛskˈeɪpt ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈɛɹ, ænd pˈæsɪŋ ðə ɹᵻmˈeɪnz ʌv lˈæst jˈɪɹz stˈæks ˌʌndɚ ðə tˈɔːl, tˈɑːplɪŋ ˈɛlmz, sˈæt dˌaʊn ɪn ɐ fˈiːld ˌʌndɚ ðə bˈæŋk. ɪt sˈiːmd tə mˌiː ðæt aɪ hæd fˈuːd fɔːɹ θˈɔːt.