 | Paul Stought Jul 2 | | He bore himself a bit stiffly at first, oppressed by a sense of his own awkwardness, especially of his shoulders, which were up to their old trick of threatening destruction to furniture and ornaments. Also, he was rendered self-conscious by the company. He had never before been in contact with such exalted beings nor with so many of them. Melville, the bank cashier, fascinated him, and he resolved to investigate him at the first opportunity. For underneath Martin's awe lurked his assertive ego, and he felt the urge to measure himself with these men and women and to find out what they had learned from the books and life which he had not learned. | Hy baur himself u bit stifly at furst, upresd bie u sens uv hiz oen aukwurdnus, espeshuly uv hiz shoeldurz, which wur up too dher oeld trik uv thretuning distrukshun too furnuchur and aurnumunts. Aulsoe, hy wuz rendurd self-konshus bie dhu kumpuny. Hy had nevur bifaur bin in kontakt with such egzaultud byingz naur with soe many uv dhem. Melvil, dhu bangk kashir, fasunaetud him, and hy rizaulvd too investugaet him at dhu furst opurtoonuty. Faur undurnyth Mortun'z au lurkd hiz usurtiv ygoe, and hy felt dhy urj too mezhur himself with dhyz men and wimun and too fiend out whot dhae had lurnd frum dhu bwks and lief which hy had not lurnd. | | Ruth's eyes roved to him frequently to see how he was getting on, and she was surprised and gladdened by the ease with which he got acquainted with her cousins. He certainly did not grow excited, while being seated removed from him the worry of his shoulders. Ruth knew them for clever girls, superficially brilliant, and she could scarcely understand their praise of Martin later that night at going to bed. But he, on the other hand, a wit in his own class, a gay quizzer and laughter-maker at dances and Sunday picnics, had found the making of fun and the breaking of good-natured lances simple enough in this environment. And on this evening success stood at his back, patting him on the shoulder and telling him that he was making good, so that he could afford to laugh and make laughter and remain unabashed. | Rooth's iez roevd too him frykwuntly too sy hou hy wuz geting on, and sy wuz surpriezd and gladund bie dhy yze with which hy got ukwaentud with hur kuzunz. Hy surtunly did not groe eksietud, whiel bying sytud rumoovd frum him dhu wury uv hiz shoeldurz. Rooth noo dhem faur klevur gurulz, soopurfishuly brilyunt, and shy kwd skersly undurstand dher praez uv Mortun laetur dhat niet at go.ing too bed. But hy, on dhy udhur hand, u wit in hiz oen klas, u gae kwizur and laftur-maekur at dansuz and Sundae pikniks, had found dhu maeking uv fun and dhu braeking uv gwd-naechurd lansuz simpul inuf in dhis enviernmunt. And on dhis yvning sukses stwd at hiz bak, pating him on dhu shoeldur and teling him dhat hy wuz maeking gwd, soe dhat hy kwd ufaurd too laf and maek laftur and rimaen un ubashd. | | Later, Ruth's anxiety found justification. Martin and Professor Caldwell had got together in a conspicuous corner, and though Martin no longer wove the air with his hands, to Ruth's critical eye he permitted his own eyes to flash and glitter too frequently, talked too rapidly and warmly, grew too intense, and allowed his aroused blood to redden his cheeks too much. He lacked decorum and control, and was in decided contrast to the young professor of English with | Laetur, Rooth's angziuty found justufikaeshun. Mortun and Prufesur Kauldwel had got tugedhur in u kunspikuus kaurnur, and dhoe Mortun noe longgur woev dhy er with hiz handz, too Rooth's kritkul ie hy purmitud hiz oen iez too flash and glitur too frykwuntly, taukd too rapudly and waurmly, groo too intens, and uloud hiz urouzd blud too redun hiz chyks too much. Hy lakd dikaurum and kuntroel, and wuz in disiedud kontrast too dhu yung prufesur uv Ingglish with | | 261a | 261a | | Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro | |
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