Martin Eden Ch 2 p20

Paul Stought

Apr 17

He, in turn, realized what she had done, and in the consequent warm surge of gratefulness that overwhelmed him forgot his loose-worded tongue.	Hy, in turn, ryuliezd whot shy had dun, and in dhu konsikwunt waurm surj uv graetfulnus dhat oevurwhelmd him faurgot hiz loos-wurdud tung.
"It wasn't nothin' at all," he said. "Any guy 'ud do it for another. That bunch of "What is trig?"	"It wuzn't nuthin' at aul, "hy sed, "Eny gie 'ud doo it faur unudhur. Dhat bunch uv "Whot iz trig?"
"Trignometry," Norman said; "a higher form of math."	"Trigunomutry," Naurmun sed: "u hier faurm uv math."
"And what is math?" was the next question, which, somehow, was lookin' for trouble, an' Arthur wasn't botherin' 'em none. They butted in on 'm, an' then I butted in on them an' poked a few. That's where some of the skin off my hands went, along with some of the teeth of the gang. I wouldn't 'a' missed it for anything. When I seen—"	"And whot iz math?" wuz dhu nekst kweschun, which, sumhou, wuz lwkin' faur trubul, an' Orthur wuzn't bodhurin' 'um nun. Dhae butud in on 'm, an' dhen Ie butud in on dhem an' poekd u fue. Dhat's wher sum uv dhu skin of mie handz went, ulong with sum uv dhu tyth uv dhu gang. Ie wwdn't 'u' misd it faur enything. When Ie syn—"
He paused, open-mouthed, on the verge of the pit of his own depravity and utter worthlessness to breathe the same air she did. And while Arthur took up the tale, for the twentieth time, of his adventure with the drunken hoodlums on the ferry-boat and of how Martin Eden had rushed in and rescued him, that individual, with frowning brows,	Hy pauzd, oepun-mouthd, on dhu vurj uv dhu pit uv hiz oen dipravuty and utur wurthlusnus too brydh dhu saem er shy did. And whiel Orthur twk up dhu tael, faur dhu twentyuth tiem, uv hiz udvenchur with dhv drungkun hoodlumz on dhu fery-boet and uv hou Mortun Ydun had rushd in and reskued him, dhat induviduul, with frouning brouz,
meditated upon the fool he had made of himself, and wrestled more determinedly with the problem of how he should conduct himself toward these people. He certainly had not succeeded so far. He wasn't of their tribe, and he couldn't talk their lingo, was the way he put it to himself. He couldn't fake being their kind. The masquerade would fail, and besides, masquerade was foreign to his nature. There was no room in him for sham or artifice.	medutaetud upon dhu fool hy had maed uv himself, and resuld maur diturmunudly with dhu problum uv hou hy shwd kundukt himself tuwaurd dhyz pypul. Hy surtunly had not suksydud soe for. Hy wuzn't uv dher trieb, and hy kwdn't taulk dher linggoe, wuz dhu wae hy pwt it too himself. Hy kwdn't faek bying dher kiend. Dhu maskuraed wwd fael, and bisiedz, maskuraed wuz faurun too hiz naechur. Dher wuz noe room in him faur sham aur ortufus.
Whatever happened, he must be real. He couldn't talk their talk just yet, though in time he would. Upon that he was resolved. But in the meantime, talk he must, and it must be his own talk, toned down, of course, so as to be comprehensible to them and so as not to shock them too much. And	Whotevur hapund, hy must by ryl. He kwdn't taulk dher taulk just yet, dhoe in tiem hy wwd. Upon dhat hy wuz rizaulvd. But in dhu myntiem, taulk hy must, and it must by hiz oen taulk, toend doun, uv kaurs, soe az too by komprihensubul too dhem and soe az not too shok dhem too much. And
furthermore, he wouldn't claim, not even by tacit acceptance, to be familiar with anything that was unfamiliar. In pursuance of this decision, when the two brothers, talking university shop, had used "trig" several times, Martin Eden	furdhurmaur, he wwdn't klaem not yvun bie tasut akseptuns, too by fumilyur with enything dhat wuz unfumilyur. In puroo.uns uv dhis disizhun, when dhu too brudhurz, taulking uenuvursuty shop, had uezd "trig" sevurul tiemz, Mortun Ydun
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