text_original: Lost in meditations on this literary and didactic treatise, he was still a prey to that strange intoxication of composition, that brief instant when the author, feeling that he is about to grasp an ideal per  fection which, alas, he can never reach, is thrilled with delight at his task ; he was, we say, enjoying that period of 1 M.
text_transcription: LOST IN MEDITATIONS ON THIS LITERARY AND DIDACTIC TREATISE HE WAS STILL A PREY TO THAT STRANGE INTOXICATION OF COMPOSITION THAT BRIEF INSTANT WHEN THE AUTHOR FEELING THAT HE IS ABOUT TO GRASP AN IDEAL PERFECTION WHICH ALAS HE CAN NEVER REACH IS THRILLED WITH DELIGHT AT HIS TASK HE WAS AS WE SAY ENJOYING THAT PE
phonemes: lˈɔst ɪn mˌɛdɪtˈeɪʃənz ˌɔn ðɪs lˈɪɾɚɹˌɛɹi ænd dɪdˈæktɪk tɹˈiːɾɪz, hiː wʌz stˈɪl ɐ pɹˈeɪ tə ðæt stɹˈeɪndʒ ɪntˌɑːksɪkˈeɪʃən ʌv kˌɑːmpəzˈɪʃən, ðæt bɹˈiːf ˈɪnstənt wɛn ðɪ ˈɔːθɚ, fˈiːlɪŋ ðæt hiː ɪz ɐbˌaʊt tə ɡɹˈæsp ɐn aɪdˈiəl pɜː fˈɛkʃən wˈɪtʃ, ɐlˈæs, hiː kæn nˈɛvɚ ɹˈiːtʃ, ɪz θɹˈɪld wɪð dᵻlˈaɪt æt hɪz tˈæsk ; hiː wʌz, wiː sˈeɪ, ɛndʒˈɔɪɪŋ ðæt pˈiəɹɪəd ʌv wˈʌn ˈɛm.