text_original: So, I made a rush towards the bookcase nearest me, and, without stopping further to consider matters, seized hold of the first dusty tome upon which my hands chanced to alight, and, reddening and growing pale by turns, and trembling with fear and excitement, clasped the stolen book to my breast with the intention of reading it by candle light while my mother lay asleep at night.
text_transcription: SO I MADE A RUSH TOWARDS THE BOOKCASE NEAREST ME AND WITHOUT STOPPING FURTHER TO CONSIDER MATTERS SEIZED HOLD OF THE FIRST DUSTY TONE UPON WHICH MY HANDS CHANCED TO ALIGHT AND REDDENING AND GROWING PALE BY TURNS AND TREMBLING WITH FEAR AND EXCITEMENT CLASPED THE STOLEN BOOK TO MY BREAST WITH THE INTENTION OF READING IT BY CANDLE LIGHT WHILE MY MOTHER LAY ASLEEP AT NIGHT
phonemes: sˈoʊ, aɪ mˌeɪd ɐ ɹˈʌʃ təwˈɔːɹdz ðə bˈʊkkeɪs nˈɪɹɪst mˌiː, ænd, wɪðˌaʊt stˈɑːpɪŋ fˈɜːðɚ tə kənsˈɪdɚ mˈæɾɚz, sˈiːzd hˈoʊld ʌvðə fˈɜːst dˈʌsti tˈoʊm əpˌɑːn wˌɪtʃ maɪ hˈændz tʃˈænst tʊ ɐlˈaɪt, ænd, ɹˈɛdənɪŋ ænd ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ pˈeɪl baɪ tˈɜːnz, ænd tɹˈɛmblɪŋ wɪð fˈɪɹ ænd ɛksˈaɪtmənt, klˈæspt ðə stˈoʊlən bˈʊk tə maɪ bɹˈɛst wɪððɪ ɪntˈɛnʃən ʌv ɹˈiːdɪŋ ɪt baɪ kˈændəl lˈaɪt wˌaɪl maɪ mˈʌðɚ lˈeɪ ɐslˈiːp æt nˈaɪt.