text_original: The young man, lost in thought, leaned mechanically against this altar, whose stone lips were stained dark brown, so deep had they drunk of the blood of human victims. All at once he started.
text_transcription: THE YOUNG MAN LOST IN THOUGHT LEANED MECHANICALLY AGAINST THIS ALTAR WHOSE STONE LIPS WERE STAINED DARK BROWN SO DEEP HAD THEY DRUNK OF THE BLOOD OF HUMAN VICTIMS ALL AT ONCE HE STARTED
phonemes: ðə jˈʌŋ mˈæn, lˈɔst ɪn θˈɔːt, lˈiːnd mᵻkˈænɪkli ɐɡˈɛnst ðɪs ˈɔltɚ, hˌuːz stˈoʊn lˈɪps wɜː stˈeɪnd dˈɑːɹk bɹˈaʊn, sˌoʊ dˈiːp hæd ðeɪ dɹˈʌŋk ʌvðə blˈʌd ʌv hjˈuːmən vˈɪktɪmz. ˈɔːl ɐtwˈʌns hiː stˈɑːɹɾᵻd.