text_original: There, glaring at us through the inky blackness in flaming letters, a foot in length, were the words "TOO LATE!" Beneath them was some hideous creature's head. For a second or two, in the first shock of surprise, I imagined it to be the head of some actual man, or, rather, monster.
text_transcription: THERE GLARING AT US THROUGH THE INKY BLACKNESS IN FLAMING LETTERS A FOOT IN LENGTH WERE THE WORDS TOO LATE BENEATH THEM WAS SOME HIDEOUS CREATURE'S HEAD FOR A SECOND OR TWO IN THE FIRST SHOCK OF SURPRISE I IMAGINED IT TO BE THE HEAD OF SOME ACTUAL MAN OR RATHER MONSTER
phonemes: ðˈɛɹ, ɡlˈɛɹɪŋ æɾ ˌʌs θɹuː ðɪ ɪŋkˈaɪ blˈæknəs ɪn flˈeɪmɪŋ lˈɛɾɚz, ɐ fˈʊt ɪn lˈɛŋθ, wɜː ðə wˈɜːdz "tˈuː lˈeɪt!" bᵻnˌiːθ ðˌɛm wʌz sˌʌm hˈɪdiəs kɹˈiːtʃɚz hˈɛd. fɚɹə sˈɛkənd ɔːɹ tˈuː, ɪnðə fˈɜːst ʃˈɑːk ʌv sɚpɹˈaɪz, aɪ ɪmˈædʒɪnd ɪt təbi ðə hˈɛd ʌv sˌʌm ˈæktʃuːəl mˈæn, ɔːɹ, ɹˈæðɚ, mˈɔnstɚ.