text_original: And then, in that thick vapour, rounding I suppose some curve, we came suddenly into we knew not what—all white and moving it was, as if the mist were crazed; murmuring, too, with a sort of restless beating.
text_transcription: AND THEN IN THAT THICK VAPOR ROUNDING I SUPPOSE SOME CURVE WE CAME SUDDENLY INTO WE KNEW NOT WHAT ALL WHITE AND MOVING IT WAS AS IF THE MIST WERE CRAZED MURMURING TOO WITH A SORT OF RESTLESS BEATING
phonemes: ænd ðˈɛn, ɪn ðæt θˈɪk vˈeɪpɚ, ɹˈaʊndɪŋ aɪ səpˈoʊz sˌʌm kˈɜːv, wiː kˈeɪm sˈʌdənli ˌɪntʊ wiː nˈuː nˌɑːt wˈʌt—ˈɔːl wˈaɪt ænd mˈuːvɪŋ ɪt wˈʌz, æz ɪf ðə mˈɪst wɜː kɹˈeɪzd; mˈɜːmɚɹɪŋ, tˈuː, wɪð ɐ sˈɔːɹt ʌv ɹˈɛstləs bˈiːɾɪŋ.