text_original: It was a strange way of killing, not by inches, but by fractions of hair  breadths, to beguile me with the spectre of a hope through eighteen years."
text_transcription: IT WAS A STRANGE WAY OF KILLING NOT BY INCHES BUT BY FRACTIONS OF HAIR BREADTHS TO BEGUILE ME WITH THE SPECTRE OF A HOPE THROUGH EIGHTEEN YEARS
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ wˈeɪ ʌv kˈɪlɪŋ, nˌɑːt baɪ ˈɪntʃᵻz, bˌʌt baɪ fɹˈækʃənz ʌv hˈɛɹ bɹˈɛdθs, tə bᵻɡˈaɪl mˌiː wɪððə spˈɛktɚɹ əvə hˈoʊp θɹuː ˈeɪtiːn jˈɪɹz."