 | Paul Stought May 30 | | intelligence. There was no room in his brain for the universe and its mighty problems. All the broad and spacious corridors of his mind were closed and hermetically sealed. The echoing chamber of his soul was a narrow room, a conning tower, whence were directed his arm and shoulder muscles, his ten nimble fingers, and the swift-moving iron along its steaming path in broad, sweeping strokes, just so many strokes and no more, just so far with each stroke and not a fraction of an inch farther, rushing along interminable sleeves, sides, backs, and tails, and tossing the finished shirts, without rumpling, upon the receiving frame. And even as his hurrying soul tossed, it was reaching for another shirt. This went on, hour after hour, while outside all the world swooned under the overhead California sun. But there was no swooning in that superheated room. The cool guests on the verandas needed clean linen. | Intelujuns. Dher wuz noe room in hiz braen faur dhu uenuvurs and its miety problumz. Aul dhu braud and spaeshus kaurudurs uv hiz miend wur kloezd and hurmetikuly syld. Dhy eko.ing chaembur uv hiz soel wuz u naroe room, u koning tour, whens wur durektud hiz orm and shoeldur musulz, hiz ten nimbul finggurz, and dhu swift-mooving iern ulong its styming path in braud, swyping stroeks, just soe meny stroeks and noe maur, just soe for with ych stroek and not u frakshun uv an inch fordhur, rushing ulong inturmunubul slyvz, siedz, baks, and taelz, and tosing dhu finishd shurts, without rumpuling, upon dhu risyving fraem. And yvun az hiz hurying soel tosd, it wuz ryching faur unudhur shurt. Dhis went on, our aftur our, whiel outsied aul dhu wuruld swoond undur dhy oevurhed Kalufaurnyu sun. Bot dher wuz noe swooning in dhat soopurhytud room. Dhu kool gests on dhu vuranduz nydud klyn linun. | | The sweat poured from Martin. He drank enormous quantities of water, but so great was the heat of the day and of his exertions, that the water sluiced through the interstices of his flesh and out at all his pores. Always, at sea, except at rare intervals, the work he performed had given him ample opportunity to commune with himself. The master of the ship had been lord of Martin's time; but here the manager of the hotel was lord of Martin's thoughts as well. He had no thoughts save for the nerve-racking, body-destroying toil. Outside of that it was impossible to think. He did not know that he loved Ruth. She did not even exist, for his driven soul had no time to remember her. It was only when he crawled to bed at night, or to breakfast in the morning, that she asserted herself to him in fleeting memories. | Dhu swet paurd frum Mortun. Hy drangk inaurmus kwontutyz uv wotur, but soe graet wua dhu hyt uv dhu dae and uv hiz egzurshunz, dhat dhu wotur sloosd throo dhy inturstusuz uv hiz flesh and out at aul hiz paurz. Aulwaez, at sy, eksept at rer inturvulz, dhu wurk hy purfaurmd had givun him ampul opurtoonuty too kumuen with himself. Dhu mastur uv dhu ship had bin laurd uv Mortun'z tiem; but hir dhu manijur uv dhu hoetel wuz laurd uv Mortin'z thauts az wel. Hy had noe thauts saev faur dhu nurv-raking, body-distroi.ing toil. Outsied uv dhat it wuz imposubul too thingk. Hy did not noe dhat hy luvd Rooth. Shy did not yvun egzist, faur hiz drivun soel had noe tiem too rimembur hur. It wuz oenly when hy krauld too bed at niet, aur too brekfust in dhu maurning, dhat shy usurtud hurself too him in flyting memuryz. | | "This is hell, ain't it?" Joe remarked once. | "Dhis iz hel, aent it?" Joe rimorkd wuns. | | Martin nodded, but felt a rasp of irritation. The statement had been obvious and unnecessary. They did not talk while | Mortun nodud, but felt u rasp uv irutaeshun. Dhu staetmunt had bin obvyus and unnesusery. Dhae did not taulk whiel | | 166a | 166a | | Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro | |
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