text_original: I was telling myself that the only thing left was the shout  ing, when, right in front of me, stood — Joyce ! Where he came from I have not the least idea. Out of nothing, it seemed to me. He stood there, cool as a cucumber, waiting — as it appeared — until I came within his reach.
text_transcription: I WAS TELLING MYSELF THAT THE ONLY THING LEFT WAS THE SHOUTING WHEN RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME STOOD JOYCE WHERE HE CAME FROM I HAVE NOT THE LEAST IDEA OUT OF NOTHING IT SEEMED TO ME HE STOOD THERE COOL AS A CUCUMBER WAITING AS IT APPEARED UNTIL I CAME WITHIN HIS REACH
phonemes: aɪ wʌz tˈɛlɪŋ maɪsˈɛlf ðætðɪ ˈoʊnli θˈɪŋ lˈɛft wʌzðə ʃˈaʊt ˈɪŋ, wˌɛn, ɹˈaɪt ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv mˌiː, stˈʊd — dʒˈɔɪs ! wˌɛɹ hiː kˈeɪm fɹʌm aɪ hɐvnˌɑːt ðə lˈiːst aɪdˈiə. ˌaʊɾəv nˈʌθɪŋ, ɪt sˈiːmd tə mˌiː. hiː stˈʊd ðˈɛɹ, kˈuːl æz ɐ kjˈuːkʌmbɚ, wˈeɪɾɪŋ — æz ɪɾ ɐpˈɪɹd — ʌntˈɪl aɪ kˈeɪm wɪðˌɪn hɪz ɹˈiːtʃ.