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.
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.