text_original: Slowly, yet with the flawless regularity of a millwheel, the mass of stone was rolled upward and to one side; it rested at last on a ledge, balanced perfectly, ready to fall again at the touch of a finger; and in the aperture appeared the human agent of its opening.
text_transcription: SLOWLY YET WITH THE FLAWLESS REGULARITY OF A MILL WHEEL THE MASS OF STONE WAS ROLLED UPWARD AND TO ONE SIDE IT RESTED AT LAST ON A LEDGE BALANCED PERFECTLY READY TO FALL AGAIN AT THE TOUCH OF A FINGER AND IN THE APERTURE APPEARED THE HUMAN AGENT OF ITS OPENING
phonemes: slˈoʊli, jˈɛt wɪððə flˈɔːləs ɹˌɛɡjʊlˈæɹᵻɾi əvə mˈɪlwiːl, ðə mˈæs ʌv stˈoʊn wʌz ɹˈoʊld ˈʌpwɚd ænd tə wˈʌn sˈaɪd; ɪt ɹˈɛstᵻd æt lˈæst ˌɔn ɐ lˈɛdʒ, bˈælənst pˈɜːfɛktli, ɹˈɛdi tə fˈɔːl ɐɡˈɛn æt ðə tˈʌtʃ əvə fˈɪŋɡɚ; ænd ɪnðɪ ˈæpɚtʃɚɹ ɐpˈɪɹd ðə hjˈuːmən ˈeɪdʒənt ʌv ɪts ˈoʊpənɪŋ.