text_original: Nor did I feel unhappy; it seemed as though I had never been anything but this Bedouin spirit wandering. We passed through again into the stillness of plain mist, and all those eerie sensations went, leaving nothing but curiosity to know what this was that we had traversed.
text_transcription: NOR DID I FEEL UNHAPPY IT SEEMED AS THOUGH I HAD NEVER BEEN ANYTHING BUT THIS BEDUINED SPIRIT WANDERING WE PASSED THROUGH AGAIN INTO THE STILLNESS OF PLAIN MIST AND ALL THOSE EERIE SENSATIONS WENT LEAVING NOTHING BUT CURIOSITY TO KNOW WHAT THIS WAS THAT WE HAD TRAVERSED
phonemes: nˈɔːɹ dˈɪd aɪ fˈiːl ʌnhˈæpi; ɪt sˈiːmd æz ðˌoʊ aɪ hæd nˈɛvɚ bˌɪn ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ bˌʌt ðɪs bˈɛduːɪn spˈɪɹɪt wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ. wiː pˈæst θɹuː ɐɡˈɛn ˌɪntʊ ðə stˈɪlnəs ʌv plˈeɪn mˈɪst, ænd ˈɔːl ðoʊz ˈɪɹi sɛnsˈeɪʃənz wˈɛnt, lˈiːvɪŋ nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt kjˌʊɹɹɪˈɔsᵻɾi tə nˈoʊ wʌt ðɪs wʌz ðæt wiː hæd tɹɐvˈɜːst.