text_original: " Presently the door opened cautiously, and a head appeared. It was a mass of red, unkempt, uncut hair, wildly floating round a great, gaunt forehead ; the cheeks yellow and hollow, the mouth fallen, the thin white lips not trembling but shaking, the sunken eyes, once small, now glaring with the light of madness — all told the sad tale but too surely.
text_transcription: PRESENTLY THE DOOR OPENED CAUTIOUSLY AND A HEAD APPEARED IT WAS A MASS OF RED UNKEMPT UNCUT HAIR WILDLY FLOATING ROUND A GREAT GAUNT FOREHEAD THE CHEEKS YELLOW AND HOLLOW THE MOUTH FALLEN THE THIN WHITE LIPS NOT TREMBLING BUT SHAKING THE SUNKEN EYES ONCE SMALL NOW GLARING WITH THE LIGHT OF MADNESS ALL TOLD THE SAD TALE BUT TOO SURELY
phonemes: " pɹˈɛzəntli ðə dˈɔːɹ ˈoʊpənd kˈɔːʃəsli, ænd ɐ hˈɛd ɐpˈɪɹd. ɪt wʌzɐ mˈæs ʌv ɹˈɛd, ʌŋkˈɛmpt, ʌŋkˈʌt hˈɛɹ, wˈaɪldli flˈoʊɾɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt, ɡˈɔːnt fˈɔːɹhɛd ; ðə tʃˈiːks jˈɛloʊ ænd hˈɑːloʊ, ðə mˈaʊθ fˈɔːlən, ðə θˈɪn wˈaɪt lˈɪps nˌɑːt tɹˈɛmblɪŋ bˌʌt ʃˈeɪkɪŋ, ðə sˈʌŋkən ˈaɪz, wˈʌns smˈɔːl, nˈaʊ ɡlˈɛɹɪŋ wɪððə lˈaɪt ʌv mˈædnəs — ˈɔːl tˈoʊld ðə sˈæd tˈeɪl bˌʌt tˈuː ʃˈʊɹli.