text_original: When he was in the amputation room I heard his shrieks and groans, and carried a glass of wine to the door for him. 270 Half a Centuet. He heard my voice, and called "Mutter! mutter!" I pushed past the orderly, ran to him, and his plead  ing eyes seemed to devour me as he fastened his gaze on my face.
text_transcription: WHEN HE WAS IN THE AMPUTATION ROOM I HEARD HIS SHRIEKS AND GROANS AND CARRIED A GLASS OF WINE TO THE DOOR FOR HIM HE HEARD MY VOICE AND CALLED MUTTER MUTTER I PUSHED PAST THE ORDERLY RAN TO HIM AND HIS PLEADING EYES SEEMED TO DEVOUR ME AS HE FASTENED HIS GAZE ON MY FACE
phonemes: wˌɛn hiː wʌz ɪnðɪ ˌæmpjuːtˈeɪʃən ɹˈuːm aɪ hˈɜːd hɪz ʃɹˈiːks ænd ɡɹˈoʊnz, ænd kˈæɹid ɐ ɡlˈæs ʌv wˈaɪn tə ðə dˈɔːɹ fɔːɹ hˌɪm. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti hˈæf ɐ sˈɛntuːt. hiː hˈɜːd maɪ vˈɔɪs, ænd kˈɔːld "mˈʌɾɚ! mˈʌɾɚ!" aɪ pˈʊʃt pˈæst ðɪ ˈɔːɹdɚli, ɹˈæn tə hˌɪm, ænd hɪz plˈiːd ˈɪŋ ˈaɪz sˈiːmd tə dɪvˈaʊɚ mˌiː æz hiː fˈæsənd hɪz ɡˈeɪz ˌɔn maɪ fˈeɪs.