text_original: A page of Cladel has a certain visible uncouthness, and at first this seems in keeping with his matter; but the uncouthness, when you look into it, turns out to be itself a refinement, and what has seemed a confused whirl, an improvisation, to be the result really of reiterated labour, whose whole aim has been to bring the spontaneity of the first impulse back into the laboriously finished work.
text_transcription: A PAGE OF CLADEL HAS A CERTAIN VISIBLE UNCOUTHNESS AND AT FIRST THIS SEEMS IN KEEPING WITH HIS MATTER BUT THE UNCOUTHNESS WHEN YOU LOOK INTO IT TURNS OUT TO BE ITSELF A REFINEMENT AND WHAT HAS SEEMED A CONFUSED WHIRL IN IMPROVISATION TO BE THE RESULT MERELY OF REITERATED LABOR WHOSE WHOLE AIM HAS BEEN TO BRING THE SPONTANEITY OF THE FIRST IMPULSE BACK INTO THE LABORIOUSLY FINISHED WORK
phonemes: ɐ pˈeɪdʒ ʌv klˈeɪdəl hɐz ɐ sˈɜːʔn̩ vˈɪzᵻbəl ʌŋkˈuːθnəs, ænd æt fˈɜːst ðɪs sˈiːmz ɪn kˈiːpɪŋ wɪð hɪz mˈæɾɚ; bˌʌt ðɪ ʌŋkˈuːθnəs, wˌɛn juː lˈʊk ˌɪntʊ ɪt, tˈɜːnz ˈaʊt təbi ɪtsˈɛlf ɐ ɹᵻfˈaɪnmənt, ænd wʌt hɐz sˈiːmd ɐ kənfjˈuːzd wˈɜːl, ɐn ˌɪmpɹəvəzˈeɪʃən, təbi ðə ɹɪzˈʌlt ɹˈiəli ʌv ɹˌiːˈɪɾɚɹˌeɪɾᵻd lˈeɪbɚ, hˌuːz hˈoʊl ˈeɪm hˈæzbiːn tə bɹˈɪŋ ðə spˌɑːntənˈeɪᵻɾi ʌvðə fˈɜːst ˈɪmpʌls bˈæk ˌɪntʊ ðə lɐbˈɔːɹiəsli fˈɪnɪʃt wˈɜːk.