text_original: The last time I quitted my pen, I was almost overpowered, and could proceed no further than the great hall door. I sat on the step and leaned my head against a pillar of the portico.
text_transcription: THE LAST TIME I QUITTED MY PEN I WAS ALMOST OVERPOWERED AND COULD PROCEED NO FURTHER THAN THE GREAT HALL DOOR I SAT ON THE STEP AND LEANED MY HEAD AGAINST THE PILLAR OF THE PORTICO
phonemes: ðə lˈæst tˈaɪm aɪ kwˈɪɾᵻd maɪ pˈɛn, aɪ wʌz ˈɔːlmoʊst ˌoʊvɚpˈaʊɚd, ænd kʊd pɹəsˈiːd nˈoʊ fˈɜːðɚ ðɐn ðə ɡɹˈeɪt hˈɔːl dˈɔːɹ. aɪ sˈæt ɔnðə stˈɛp ænd lˈiːnd maɪ hˈɛd ɐɡˈɛnst ɐ pˈɪlɚɹ ʌvðə pˈɔːɹɾɪkˌoʊ.