text_original: As Warren looked, the events of the last few crowded days seemed to rise up and bear him down under their horror and immensity. He sat clutching the arms of his chair, and with unseeing eyes stared and stared at the letters. All at once he felt very young, very helpless, very lonely.
text_transcription: AS WARREN LOOKED THE EVENTS OF THE LAST FEW CROWDED DAYS SEEMED TO RISE UP AND BEAR HIM DOWN UNDER THEIR HORROR AND IMMENSITY HE SAT CLUTCHING THE ARMS OF HIS CHAIR AND WITH UNSEEING EYES STARED AND STARED AT THE LETTERS ALL AT ONCE HE FELT VERY YOUNG VERY HELPLESS VERY LONELY
phonemes: æz wˈɔːɹən lˈʊkt, ðɪ ᵻvˈɛnts ʌvðə lˈæst fjˈuː kɹˈaʊdᵻd dˈeɪz sˈiːmd tə ɹˈaɪz ˌʌp ænd bˈɛɹ hˌɪm dˌaʊn ˌʌndɚ ðɛɹ hˈɔɹɚ ænd ɪmˈɛnsᵻɾi. hiː sˈæt klˈʌtʃɪŋ ðɪ ˈɑːɹmz ʌv hɪz tʃˈɛɹ, ænd wɪð ʌnsˈiːɪŋ ˈaɪz stˈɛɹd ænd stˈɛɹd æt ðə lˈɛɾɚz. ˈɔːl ɐtwˈʌns hiː fˈɛlt vˈɛɹi jˈʌŋ, vˈɛɹi hˈɛlpləs, vˈɛɹi lˈoʊnli.