text_original: That it was inflated was evident, with something, too, that was conspicuously alive. The oilskin writhed and twisted, surged and heaved, in a fashion that was anything but pleasant to behold. " You look at me
text_transcription: THAT IT WAS INFLATED WAS EVIDENT WITH SOMETHING TOO THAT WAS CONSPICUOUSLY ALIVE THE OILSKIN WRITHED AND TWISTED SEARCHED AND HEAVED IN A FASHION THAT WAS ANYTHING BUT PLEASANT TO BEHOLD YOU LOOK AT ME
phonemes: ðˌɐɾɪt wʌz ɪnflˈeɪɾᵻd wʌz ˈɛvɪdənt, wɪð sˈʌmθɪŋ, tˈuː, ðæt wʌz kənspˈɪkjuːəsli ɐlˈaɪv. ðɪ ˈɔɪlskɪn ɹˈaɪðd ænd twˈɪstᵻd, sˈɜːdʒd ænd hˈiːvd, ɪn ɐ fˈæʃən ðæt wʌz ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ bˌʌt plˈɛzənt tə bᵻhˈoʊld. " juː lˈʊk æt mˌiː