text_original: Death, an object new, hideous, and awfully mysterious was now ever before me. Multitudes of dark perplexing ideas succeeded each other in my mind, with a rapidity which doubt and dissatisfaction created.
text_transcription: DEATH AN OBJECT NEW HIDEOUS AND AWFULLY MYSTERIOUS WAS NOW EVER BEFORE ME MULTITUDES OF DARK PERPLEXING IDEAS SUCCEEDED EACH OTHER IN MY MIND WITH A RAPIDITY WHICH DOUBT AND DISSATISFACTION CREATED
phonemes: dˈɛθ, ɐn ˈɑːbdʒɛkt nˈuː, hˈɪdiəs, ænd ˈɔːfəli mɪstˈɪɹiəs wʌz nˈaʊ ˈɛvɚ bᵻfˈɔːɹ mˌiː. mˈʌltɪtˌuːdz ʌv dˈɑːɹk pɚplˈɛksɪŋ aɪdˈiəz səksˈiːdᵻd ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚɹ ɪn maɪ mˈaɪnd, wɪð ɐ ɹæpˈɪdᵻɾi wˌɪtʃ dˈaʊt ænd dɪsˌæɾɪsfˈækʃən kɹiːˈeɪɾᵻd.