text_original: "You are feeling better?" I asked. His thin, bloodless lips moved, but for a moment no sound came from them. He tried again. "Water," he said. I drew him a glass from the tank in the wall of my room. He downed it at a gulp, and passed the empty glass back to me.
text_transcription: YOU ARE FEELING BETTER I ASKED HIS THIN BLOODLESS LIPS MOVED BUT FOR A MOMENT NO SOUND CAME FROM THEM HE TRIED AGAIN WATER HE SAID I DREW HIM A GLASS FROM THE TANK IN THE WALL OF MY ROOM HE BOUNDED AT A GULP AND PASSED THE EMPTY GLASS BACK TO ME
phonemes: "juː ɑːɹ fˈiːlɪŋ bˈɛɾɚ?" aɪ ˈæskt. hɪz θˈɪn, blˈʌdləs lˈɪps mˈuːvd, bˌʌt fɚɹə mˈoʊmənt nˈoʊ sˈaʊnd kˈeɪm fɹʌm ðˌɛm. hiː tɹˈaɪd ɐɡˈɛn. "wˈɔːɾɚ," hiː sˈɛd. aɪ dɹˈuː hˌɪm ɐ ɡlˈæs fɹʌmðə tˈæŋk ɪnðə wˈɔːl ʌv maɪ ɹˈuːm. hiː dˈaʊnd ɪɾ æɾə ɡˈʌlp, ænd pˈæst ðɪ ˈɛmpti ɡlˈæs bˈæk tə mˌiː.