Martin Eden Ch 20 p188

Paul Stought

Jun 2

CHAPTER 20	CHAPTUR 20
The desire to write was stirring in Martin once more. Stories and poems were springing into spontaneous creation in his brain, and he made notes of them against the future time when he would give them expression. But he did not write. This was his little vacation; he had resolved to devote it to rest and love, and in both matters he prospered. He was soon spilling over with vitality, and each day he saw Ruth, at the moment of meeting, she experienced the old shock of his strength and health.	Dhu dizier to riet wuz sturing in Mortun wuns maur. Stauryz and po.umz wur springing into spontaenyus kryaeshun in hiz braen, and hy maed noets uv dhem ugenst dhu fuechur tiem when hy wwd giv dhem ekspreshun.. But hy did not riet. Dhis wuz hiz litul vaekaeshun; hy had rizaulvd too divoet it too rest and luv, and in boeth maturz hy prospurd. Hy wuz soon spiling oevur with vietaluty, and ych dae hy sau Rooth, at dhu moemunt uv myting, shy ekspiryunsd dhy oeld shok uv hiz strength and helth.
"Be careful," her mother warned her once again. "I am afraid you are seeing too much of Martin Eden."	"By kerful," hur mudhur waurnd hur wuns ugen. "Ie am ufraed ue ar sying too much uv Mortun Ydun."
But Ruth laughed from security. She was sure of herself, and in a few days he would be off to sea. Then, by the time he returned, she would be away on her visit East. There was a magic, however, in the strength and health of Martin. He, too, had been told of her contemplated Eastern trip, and he felt the need for haste. Yet he did not know how to make love to a girl like Ruth. Then, too, he was handicapped by the possession of a great fund of experience with girls and women who had been absolutely different from her. They had known about love and life and flirtation, while she knew nothing about such things. Her prodigious innocence appalled him, freezing on his lips all ardors of speech, and convincing him, in spite of himself, of his own unworthiness. Also he was handicapped in another way. He had himself never been in love before. He had liked women in that turgid past of his, and been fascinated by some of them, but he had not known what it was to love them. He had whistled in a masterful, careless way, and they had come to him. They had been diversions, incidents, part of the game men play, but a small part at most. And now, and for the first time, he was a suppliant, tender and timid and doubting. He did not	But Rooth lafd frum sikywruty. Shy wuz shwr uv hurself and in u fue daez hy wwd by of too sy. Dhen, bie dhu tiem hy riturnd, shy wwd by uwae on hur vizut Yst. Dher wuz u majik, hou.evur, in dhu strength and helth uv Mortun. Hy, too, had bin toeld uv hur kontemplaetud Ysturn trip, and hy felt dhu nyd faur haest. Yet hy did not noe hou too maek luv too u gurul liek Rooth. Dhen, too, hy wuz handykapd bie dhu puzeshun uv u graet fund uv ekspiryuns with gurulz and wimun hoo had bin absulootly difurunt frum hur. Dhae had noen ubout luv and lief and flurtaeshun, whiel shy noo nuthing ubout such thingz. Hur prudijus inusuns upauld him, fryzing on hiz lips aul ordurz uv spych, and kunvinsing him, in spiet uv himself, uv hiz oen unwurdhynusl Aulsoe hy wuz handykapd in unuthur wae. Hy had himself nevur bin in luv bifaur. Hy had liekd wimun in dhat turjud past uv hiz and bin fasunaetud bie sum uv dhem, but hy had not noen whot it wuz too luv dhem. Hy had whisuld in u masturful, kerlus wae, and dhae had kum too him. Dhae had bin duvurzhunz, insudunts, port uv dhu gaem men plae, but u smaul port at moest. And nou, and faur dhu furst tiem, hy wuz u suplyunt, tendur and timud and douting. Hy did not
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