aɪ ɹˈiːəlaɪzd ðæt aɪ wʌz sˈɪɾɪŋ, æt lˈæst, bᵻnˌiːθ ðə ɹˈuːf ʌvðə ɡˈuːs kɐθˈiːdɹəl ðæt sˈɪnɪstɚ ænd sˈækɹəsˌæŋkt tʃˈæpəlbaɪðəsˈiː wˈɛɹ, ɪn maɪ tʃˈaɪldhʊd, ðɪ ɪnˈoːɹməs blˈuːændɹˈɛd lˈaɪfboʊt hæd kɹˈaʊtʃt, mɪstˈɪɹiəsli, lˈaɪk ɐ sˈiːmˈɔnstɚɹ ɪn ɪts lˈɛɹ.
I realized that I was sitting, at last, beneath the roof of the Goose Cathedral - that sinister and sacrosanct chapel-by-the-sea where, in my childhood, the enormous blue-and-red lifeboat had crouched, mysteriously, like a sea-monster in its lair.