 | Paul Stought May 29 |
| CHAPTER 15 | CHAPTUR 15 | | "The first battle, fought and finished," Martin said to the looking-glass ten days later. "But there will be a second battle, and a third battle, and battles to the end of time, unless—" | "Dhu furst batul, faut and finishd," Mortun sed too dhu lwking-glas ten daez laetur. "But dher wil by u sekund batul, and u thurd batul, and batulz too dhy end uv tiem, unles—" | | He had not finished the sentence, but looked about the mean little room and let his eyes dwell sadly upon a heap of returned manuscripts, still in their long envelopes, which lay in a corner on the floor. He had no stamps with which to continue them on their travels, and for a week they had been piling up. More of them would come in on the morrow, and on the next day, and the next, till they were all in. And he would be unable to start them out again. He was a month's rent behind on the typewriter, which he could not pay, having barely enough for the week's board which was due and for the employment office fees. | Hy had not finishd dhu sentuns, but lwkd ubout dhu myn litul room and let hiz iez dwel sadly upon u hyp uv ruturnd manyuskripts, stil in dher long envuloeps, which lae in u kaurnur on dhu flaur. Hy had noe stamps with which too kuntinue dhem on dher travulz, and faur u wyk dhae had bin pieling up. Maur uv dhem wwd kum in on dhu moroe, and on dhu nekst dae, and dhu nekst, til dhae wur aul in. And hy wwd by unaebul too stort dhem out ugen. Hy wuz u munth's rent bihiend on dhy tieprietur, which hy kwd not pae, having berly inuf faur dhu wyk'z baurd which wuz doo and faur dhy emploimunt ofus fyz. | | He sat down and regarded the table thoughtfully. There were ink stains upon it, and he suddenly discovered that he was fond of it. | Hy sat doun and rigordud dhu taebul thautfuly. Dher wur ink staenz upon it, and hy sudunly diskuvurd dhat hy wuz fond uv it. | | "Dear old table," he said, "I've spent some happy hours with you, and you've been a pretty good friend when all is said and done. You never turned me down, never passed me out a reward-of-unmerit rejection slip, never complained about working overtime." | "Dir oeld taebul," hy sed, "Ie'v spent sum hapy ourz with ue, and ue'v bin u prity gwd frend when aul iz sed and dun. Ue nevur turnd my doun, nevur pasd my out u riwaurd-uv-unmerut rijekshun slip, nevur kumplaend ubout wurking oevurtiem." | | He dropped his arms upon the table and buried his face in them. His throat was aching, and he wanted to cry. It reminded him of his first fight, when he was six years old, when he punched away with the tears running down his cheeks while the other boy, two years his elder, had beaten and pounded him into exhaustion. He saw the ring of boys, howling like barbarians as he went down at last, writhing in the throes of nausea, the blood streaming from his nose and | Hy dropd hiz ormz upon dhu taebul and beryd hiz faes in dhem. Hiz throet wuz aeking, and hy wuntud too krie. It rimiendud him uv hiz furst fiet, when hy wuz siks yirz oeld, when hy punchd uwae with dhu tirz runing doun hiz chyks whiel dhy udhur boi, too yirz hiz eldur, had bytun and poundud intil egzauschun. Hy sau dhu ring uv boiz houling liek borbaryunz az hy went doun at last, riedhing in dhu throez uv nauzyu, dhu blud stryming frum hiz noez and | | 144a | 144a | | Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro |
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