dˈɪmlilˈaɪɾᵻd, ðə ɡˈuːs kɐθˈiːdɹəl lˈuːmd θɹuː ðə blˈæknəs; aɪ kɹˈɔst ðə ɹˈoʊd, ænd ɐpɹˈoʊtʃt ðə bˈæk ˈɛntɹəns, fˈeɪsɪŋ təwˈɔːɹdz ðə kˈæmp.
Dimly-lighted, the Goose Cathedral loomed through the blackness; I crossed the road, and approached the back entrance, facing towards the camp.