Martin Eden Ch 27 p265

Paul Stought

Jul 2

consciousness. These visions came out of the actions and sensations of the past, out of things and events and books of yesterday and last week—a countless host of apparitions that, waking or sleeping, forever thronged his mind.	konshusnus. Dhyz vizhunz kaem out uv dhy akshunz and sensaeshunz uv dhu past, out uv thingz and ivents and bwks uv yesturdae and last wyk—u kountlus hoest uv apurishunz dhat, waeking aur slyping, faurevur throngd hiz miend.
So it was, as he listened to Professor Caldwell's easy flow of speech—the conversation of a clever, cultured man—that Martin kept seeing himself down all his past. He saw himself when he had been quite the hoodlum, wearing a "stiff-rim" Stetson hat and a square-cut, double-breasted coat, with a certain swagger to the shoulders and possessing the ideal of being as tough as the police permitted. He did not disguise it to himself, nor attempt to palliate it. At one time in his life he had been just a common hoodlum, the leader of a gang that worried the police and terrorized honest, working-class householders. But his ideals had changed. He glanced about him at the well-bred, well-dressed men and women, and breathed into his lungs the atmosphere of culture and refinement, and at the same moment the ghost of his early youth, in stiff-rim and square-cut, with swagger and toughness, stalked across the room. This figure, of the corner hoodlum, he saw merge into himself, sitting and talking with an actual university professor.	Soe it wuz, az hy lisund too Prufesur Kauldwel'z yzy floe uv spych—dhu konvursaeshun uv u klevur, kulchurd man—dhat Mortun kept sying himself doun aul hiz past. Hy sau himself when hy had bin kwiet dhu hwdlum, wering u "stif-rim" Stetsun hat and u skwer-kut, dubul-brestud koet, with u surtun swagur too dhu shoeldurz and puzesing dhy iedyl uv bying az tuf az dhu pulys purmitud. Hy did not disgiez it too himself, naur utempt too palyaet it. At wun tiem in hiz lief hy had bin just u komun hwdlum, dhu lydur uv u gang dhat wuryd dhu pulys and teruriezd onust, wurking-klas houshoeldurz. But hiz iedylz had chaenjd. Hy glansd ubout him at dhu wel-bred, wel-dresd men and wimun, and brydhd intoo hiz lungz dhy atmusfir uv kulchur and rifienmunt, and at dhu saem moemunt dhu goest uv hiz urly yooth, in stif-rim and skwer-kut, with swagur and tufnus, staulkd ukros dhu room. Dhis figyur, uv dhu kaurnur, hwdlum, hy sau murj intoo himself, siting and taulking with an adtuul uenuvursuty prufesur.
For, after all, he had never found his permanent abiding place. He had fitted in wherever he found himself, been a favorite always and everywhere by virtue of holding his own at work and at play and by his willingness and ability to fight for his rights and command respect. But he had never taken root. He had fitted in sufficiently to satisfy his fellows but not to satisfy himself. He had been perturbed always by a feeling of unrest, had heard always the call of something from beyond, and had wandered on through life seeking it until he found books and art and love. And here he was, in the midst of all this, the only one of all the comrades he had adventured with who could have made themselves eligible for the inside of the Morse home.	Faur, aftur aul, hy had nevur found hiz purmununt ubieding plaes. Hy had fitud in wherevur hy found himself, bin u faevurut aulwaez and evrywher bie vurchoo uv hoelding hiz oen at wurk and at plae and bie hiz wilingnus and ubiluty too fiet faur hiz riets and kumand rispekt. But hy had nevur taekun root. Hy had fitud in sufishuntly too satusfie hiz feloez but not to satusfie himself. Hy had bin purturbd aulwaez bie u fyling uv unrest, had hurd aulwaez dhu kaul uv sumthing frum byond, and had wondurd on throo lief syking it until hy found bwks and ort and luv. And hir hy wuz, in dhu midst uv aul dhis, dhy oenly wun uv aul dhu komradz hy had udvenchurd with hoo kwd hav maed dhemselvz elujubul faur dhy insied uv dhu Maurs hoem.
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