text_original: Before us, on the horizon, that black mass is the tower ; behind us lies the cathedral ; its flying buttresses, darker still against the sky, stand out like the skeleton ribs of a mammoth." " Is Vygla far from Skongen ?" asked the other wayfarer.
text_transcription: BEFORE US ON THE HORIZON THAT BLACK MASS IS THE TOWER BEHIND US LIES THE CATHEDRAL ITS FLYING BUTTRESSES DARKER STILL AGAINST THE SKY STAND OUT LIKE THE SKELETON RIBS OF A MAMMOTH IS VIGLAR FAR FROM SCONGEN ASKED THE OTHER WAYFARER
phonemes: bᵻfˈɔːɹ ˌʌs, ɔnðə hɚɹˈaɪzən, ðæt blˈæk mˈæs ɪz ðə tˈaʊɚ ; bᵻhˌaɪnd ˌʌs lˈaɪz ðə kɐθˈiːdɹəl ; ɪts flˈaɪɪŋ bˈʌtɹəsᵻz, dˈɑːɹkɚ stˈɪl ɐɡˈɛnst ðə skˈaɪ, stˈænd ˈaʊt lˈaɪk ðə skˈɛlᵻtən ɹˈɪbz əvə mˈæməθ." " ɪz vˈɪɡlə fˈɑːɹ fɹʌm skˈɑːndʒən ?" ˈæskt ðɪ ˈʌðɚ wˈeɪfɛɹɚ.