text_original: It hardly moved my compassion, it appalled me." From this time a slow, insidious madness worked in Heathcliff. When it was at its height he was not fierce, but strangely silent, scarcely breathing ; hushed, as a person who draws his breath to hear some sound only just not heard as yet, as a man who strains his eyes to see the speck on the horizon which will rise the next moment, the next instant, and grow into the ship that brings his treasure home.
text_transcription: IT HARDLY MOVED MY COMPASSION IT APPALLED ME FROM THIS TIME A SLOW INSIDIOUS MADNESS WORKED IN HEATHCLIFF WHEN IT WAS AT ITS HEIGHT HE WAS NOT FIERCE BUT STRANGELY SILENT SCARCELY BREATHING HUSHED AS A PERSON WHO DRAWS HIS BREATH TO HEAR SOME SOUND ONLY JUST NOT HEARD AS YET AS A MAN WHO STRAINS HIS EYES TO SEE THE SPECK ON THE HORIZON WHICH WILL RISE THE NEXT MOMENT THE NEXT INSTANT AND GROW INTO THE SHIP THAT BRINGS HIS TREASURE HOME
phonemes: ɪt hˈɑːɹdli mˈuːvd maɪ kəmpˈæʃən, ɪɾ ɐpˈɔːld mˌiː." fɹʌm ðɪs tˈaɪm ɐ slˈoʊ, ɪnsˈɪdiəs mˈædnəs wˈɜːkt ɪn hˈiːθklɪf. wˌɛn ɪt wʌz æɾ ɪts hˈaɪt hiː wʌz nˌɑːt fˈɪɹs, bˌʌt stɹˈeɪndʒli sˈaɪlənt, skˈɛɹsli bɹˈiːðɪŋ ; hˈʌʃt, æz ɐ pˈɜːsən hˌuː dɹˈɔːz hɪz bɹˈɛθ tə hˈɪɹ sˌʌm sˈaʊnd ˈoʊnli dʒˈʌst nˌɑːt hˈɜːd æz jˈɛt, æz ɐ mˈæn hˌuː stɹˈeɪnz hɪz ˈaɪz tə sˈiː ðə spˈɛk ɔnðə hɚɹˈaɪzən wˌɪtʃ wɪl ɹˈaɪz ðə nˈɛkst mˈoʊmənt, ðə nˈɛkst ˈɪnstənt, ænd ɡɹˈoʊ ˌɪntʊ ðə ʃˈɪp ðæt bɹˈɪŋz hɪz tɹˈɛʒɚ hˈoʊm.