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| upon all creation. Really, I am frequently almost sure that I was cut out to be a radical. But then, there are so many questions on which I am not sure. I grow timid when I am face to face with my human frailty, which ever prevents me from grasping all the factors in any problem—human, vital problems, you know." | upon aul kryaeshun. Ryly, Ie am frykwuntly aulmoest shwr dhat Ie wuz kut out too by u radikul. But dhen, dher or soe meny kweschunz on which Ie am not shwr. Ie groe timud when Ie am faes too faes with mie huemun fraelty, which evur privents my frum grasping aul dhu fakturz in eny problum—huemun, vietul problumz, ue noe." | | And as he talked on, Martin became aware that to his own lips had come the "Song of the Trade Wind":- | And az hy taulkd on, Mortun bikaem uwer dhat too hiz oen lips had kum dhu "Song uv dhu Traed Wind";- | | "I am strongest at noon, But under the moon I stiffen the bunt of the sail." | "Ie am stronggust at noon, But undur dhu moon Ie stifun dhu bunt uv dhu sael." | | He was almost humming the words, and it dawned upon him that the other reminded him of the trade wind, of the Northeast Trade, steady, and cool, and strong. He was equable, he was to be relied upon, and withal there was a certain bafflement about him. Martin had the feeling that he never spoke his full mind, just as he had often had the feeling that the trades never blew their strongest but always held reserves of strength that were never used. Martin's trick of visioning was active as ever. His brain was a most accessible storehouse of remembered fact and fancy, and its contents seemed ever ordered and spread for his inspection. Whatever occurred in the instant present, Martin's mind immediately presented associated antithesis or similitude which ordinarily expressed themselves to him in vision. It was sheerly automatic, and his visioning was an unfailing accompaniment to the living present. Just as Ruth's face, in a momentary jealousy had called before his eyes a forgotten moonlight gale, and as Professor Caldwell made him see again the Northeast Trade herding the white billows across the purple sea, so, from moment to moment, not disconcerting but rather identifying and classifying, new memory-visions rose before him, or spread under his eyelids, or were thrown upon the screen of his | Hy wuz aulmoest huming dhu wurdz, and it daund upon him dhat dhy udhur rimiendud him uv dhu traed wind, uv dhu Naurthyst Traed, stedy, and kool, and strong. Hy wuz ekwubul, hy wuz too by rilied upon, and withaul dher wuz u surtun bafulmunt ubout him. Mortun had dhu fyling dhat hy nevur spoek hiz fwl miend, just az hy had ofun had dhu fyling dhat dhu traedz nevur bloo dher stonggust but aulwaez held rizurvz uv strength dhat wur nevur uezd. Mortun'z trik uv vizhuning wuz aktiv az evur. Hiz braen wuz u moest aksesubul staurhous uv rimemburd fakt and fansy, and its kontents symd evur aurdurd and spred faur hiz inspekshun. Whotevur ukurd in dhy instunt prezunt, Mortun'z miend imydyutly prizentud usoeshyaetud antithusus aur sumilutood which aurduneruly ekspresd dhemselvz too him in vizhun. It wuz shirly autumatik, and hiz vizhuning wuz an unfaeling ukumpunymunt too dhu living prezunt. Just az Rooth's faes, in u moemuntery jelusy had kauld bifaur hiz iez u faurgotun moonliet gael, and az Prufesur Kauldwel maed him sy ugen dhu Naurthyst Traed hurding dhu whiet biloez ukros dhu purpul sy, soe, frum moemunt too moemunt, not diskunsurting but radhur iedentufy.ing and klasufy.ing, noo memury-vizhunz roez bifaur him, aur spred undur hiz ielidz, aur wur throen upon dhu skryn uv hiz | | 264a | 264a | | Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro |
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