text_original: I never knew his intellect clearer. He described him  self as waiting anxiously for death — indeed, longing for it, and happy, in these his sane mo  ments, to think it was so near. He once again declared that that death would be due to the story I knew, and to nothing else.
text_transcription: I NEVER KNEW HIS INTELLECT CLEARER HE DESCRIBED HIMSELF AS WAITING ANXIOUSLY FOR DEATH INDEED LONGING FOR IT AND HAPPY IN THESE HIS SANE MOMENTS TO THINK IT WAS SO NEAR HE ONCE AGAIN DECLARED THAT THAT DEATH WOULD BE DUE TO THE STORY I KNEW AND TO NOTHING ELSE
phonemes: aɪ nˈɛvɚ nˈuː hɪz ˈɪntəlˌɛkt klˈɪɹɚ. hiː dᵻskɹˈaɪbd hˌɪm sˈɛlf æz wˈeɪɾɪŋ ˈæŋʃəsli fɔːɹ dˈɛθ — ˌɪndˈiːd, lˈɔŋɪŋ fɔːɹ ɪt, ænd hˈæpi, ɪn ðiːz hɪz sˈeɪn mˈoʊ mˈɛnts, tə θˈɪŋk ɪt wʌz sˌoʊ nˈɪɹ. hiː wˈʌns ɐɡˈɛn dᵻklˈɛɹd ðæt ðæt dˈɛθ wʊd biː dˈuː tə ðə stˈɔːɹi aɪ nˈuː, ænd tə nˈʌθɪŋ ˈɛls.