text_original: They roared like so many wild beasts. It was as black as ink on the water, and the twinkle of the light house seemed a hundred miles away. It was so lonely and wild that my heart was in my throat.
text_transcription: THEY ROARED LIKE SO MANY WILD BEASTS IT WAS BLACK AS INK ON THE WATER AND THE TWINKLE OF THE LIGHTHOUSE SEEMED A HUNDRED MILES AWAY IT WAS SO LONELY AND WILD THAT MY HEART WAS IN MY THROAT
phonemes: ðeɪ ɹˈɔːɹd lˈaɪk sˌoʊ mˈɛni wˈaɪld bˈiːsts. ɪt wʌz æz blˈæk æz ˈɪŋk ɔnðə wˈɔːɾɚ, ænd ðə twˈɪŋkəl ʌvðə lˈaɪt hˈaʊs sˈiːmd ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd mˈaɪlz ɐwˈeɪ. ɪt wʌz sˌoʊ lˈoʊnli ænd wˈaɪld ðæt maɪ hˈɑːɹt wʌz ɪn maɪ θɹˈoʊt.