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| toddy." | tody." | | "Ah, you young Greek!" Brissenden went on. "I wonder if you take just pride in that body of yours. You are devilish strong. You are a young panther, a lion cub. Well, well, it is you who must pay for that strength." | "O, ue yung Gryk!" Brisundun went on. "Ie wundur if ue taek just pried in dhat body uv yaurz. Ue or devulish strong. Ue or u yung panthur, u liun kub. Wel, wel, it iz ue hoo must pae faur dhat strength." | | "What do you mean?" Martin asked curiously, passing him a glass. "Here, down this and be good." | "Whot doo ue myn?" Mortun askd kywryusly, pasing him u glas. "Hir, doun dhis and by gwd." | | "Because—" Brissenden sipped his toddy and smiled appreciation of it. "Because of the women. They will worry you until you die, as they have already worried you, or else I was born yesterday. Now there's no use in your choking me; I'm going to have my say. This is undoubtedly your calf love; but for Beauty's sake show better taste next time. What under heaven do you want with a daughter of the bourgeoisie? Leave them alone. Pick out some great, wanton flame of a woman, who laughs at life and jeers at death and loves one while she may. There are such women, and they will love you just as readily as any pusillanimous product of bourgeois sheltered life." | "Bikauz—" Brisundun sipd hiz tody and smield upryshyaeshun uv it. "Bikauz uv dhu wimun. Dhae wil wury ue until ue die, as dhae hav aulredy wuryd ue, aur els Ie wuz baurn yesturdae. Nou dher'z noe ues in yaur choeking my; Ie'm go.ing too hav mie sae. Dhis iz undoutudly yaur kaf luv; but faur Buety'z saek shoe betur taest nekst tiem. Whot undur hevun doo ue wunt with u dautur uv dhu bwrzhwosy? Lyv dhem uloen. Pik out sum graet, wontun flaem uv u wwmun, hoo lafs at lief and jirz at deth and luvz wun whiel shy mae. Dher or such wimun, and dhae wil luv ue just az reduly az eny puesulanumus produkt uv bwrzhwo shelturd lief." | | "Pusillanimous?" Martin protested. | "Puesulanumus?" Mortun proetestud. | | "Just so, pusillanimous; prattling out little moralities that have been prattled into them, and afraid to live life. They will love you, Martin, but they will love their little moralities more. What you want is the magnificent abandon of life, the great free souls, the blazing butterflies and not the little gray moths. Oh, you will grow tired of them, too, of all the female things, if you are unlucky enough to live. But you won't live. You won't go back to your ships and sea; therefore, you'll hang around these pest-holes of cities until your bones are rotten, and then you'll die." | "Just soe, puesulanumus; bratuling out litul mauralutyz dhat hav bin pratuld intoo dhem, and ufraed too liv lief. Dhae wil luv ue, Mortun, but dhae wil luv dher litul mauralutyz maur. Whot ue wunt iz dhu magnifusunt ubandun uv lief, dhu graet fry soelz, dhu blaezing buturfliez and not dhu litul grae moths. Oe, ue wil groe tierd uv dhem, too, uv aul dhu fymael thingz, if ue or unluky inuf too liv. But ue woent liv. Ue woent goe bak too yaur ships and sy; dherfaur, ue'l hang uround dhyz pest-hoelz uv sityz until yaur boenz or rotun, and dhen ue'l die." | | "You can lecture me, but you can't make me talk back," | "Ue kan lekchur my, but ue kan't maek my taulk bak," | | 323a | 323a | | Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro |
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