 | Paul Stought Jun 2 | | "I slept until dinner," she said. "You cured me completely, Mr. Eden, and I don't know how to thank you." | "Ie slept until dinur," shy sed. "Ue kywrd my kumplytly, Mr. Ydun, and Ie doent noe hou too thangk ue." | | He was warm, and bungling of speech, and very happy, as he replied to her, and there was dancing in his mind, throughout the telephone conversation, the memory of Browning and of sickly Elizabeth Barrett. What had been done could be done again, and he, Martin Eden, could do it and would do it for Ruth Morse. He went back to his room and to the volume of Spencer's "Sociology" lying open on the bed. But he could not read. Love tormented him and overrode his will, so that, despite all determination, he found himself at the little ink-stained table. The sonnet he composed that night was the first of a love-cycle of fifty sonnets which was completed within two months. He had the "Love-sonnets from the Portuguese" in mind as he wrote, and he wrote under the best conditions for great work, at a climacteric of living, in the throes of his own sweet love-madness. | He wuz waurm, and bunguling uv spych, and very hapy, az hy riplied too hur, and dher wuz dansing in hi miend, throo.out dhu telufoen konvursaeshun, dhu memury uv Brouning and uv sikly Ilizubuth Barut. Whot had bin dun kwd by dun ugen, and hy Mortun Ydun, kwd doo it and wwd doo it faur Rooth Maurs. He went bak to hiz room and too dhu vaulyum uv Spensur'z "Soesyolujy" li.ing oepun on dhu bed. But hy kwd not ryd. Luv taurmentud him and oevurroed hiz wil, soe dhat, dispiet aul diturmunaeshun, hy found himself at dhu litul ink-staend taebul. Dhu sonut hy kumpozd dhat niet wuz dhu furst uv u luv-siekul uv fifty sonuts which wuz kumplytud within too munths. Hy had dhu "Luv-sonuts frum dhu Paurchugyz" in miend az hy roet, and hy roet undur dhu best kundishunz faur graet wurk, at u kliemakturik uv living, in dhu throez uv hiz oen swyt luv-madnus. | | The many hours he was not with Ruth he devoted to the "Love-cycle," to reading at home, or to the public reading-rooms, where he got more closely in touch with the magazines of the day and the nature of their policy and content. The hours he spent with Ruth were maddening alike in promise and in inconclusiveness. It was a week after he cured her headache that a moonlight sail on Lake Merritt was proposed by Norman and seconded by Arthur and Olney. Martin was the only one capable of handling a boat, and he was pressed into service. Ruth sat near him in the stern, while the three young fellows lounged amidships, deep in a wordy wrangle over "frat" affairs. | Dhu meny ouz hy wuz not with Rooth hy divoetud too dhu "Luv-siekul," too ryding at hoem, aur too dhu publik ryding-roomz, wher hy got maur kloesly in tuch with dhu maguzynz uv dhu dae and dhu naechur uv dher polusy and kontent. Dhy ourz he spent with Rooth wur maduning uliek in promus and in inkunkloosivnus. It wuz u wyk aftur hy kywrd hur hedaek dhat u moonliet sael on Laek Merut wuz prupoezd bie Naurmun and sekundud bie Orthur and Oelny. Mortun wuz dhy oenly wun kaepubul uv handuling u boet, and hy wuz presd intoo survus. Rooth sat nir him in dhu sturn, whiel dhu thry yung feloez lounjd umidships, dyp in u wurdy ranggul oevur "frat" uferz. | | The moon had not yet risen, and Ruth, gazing into the starry vault of the sky and exchanging no speech with Martin, experienced a sudden feeling of loneliness. She glanced at him. A puff of wind was heeling the boat over till the deck | Dhu moon had not yet rizun, and Rooth, gaezing intoo dhu story vault uv dhu skie and ekschaenjing noe spych with Mortun, ekspiryunsd u sudun fyling uv loenlynus. Shy glansd at him. U puf uv wind wuz hyling dhu boet oevur til dhu dek | | 192a | 192a | | Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro | |
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