| CHAPTER 36 | CHAPTUR 36 |
| "Come on,—I'll show you the real dirt," Brissenden said to him, one evening in January. | "Kum on,--Ie'l shoe ue dhu ryl durt," Brisundun sed too him, wun yvning in Janu.ery. |
| They had dined together in San Francisco, and were at the Ferry Building, returning to Oakland, when the whim came to him to show Martin the "real dirt." He turned and fled across the water-front, a meagre shadow in a flapping overcoat, with Martin straining to keep up with him. At a wholesale liquor store he bought two gallon-demijohns of old port, and with one in each hand boarded a Mission Street car, Martin at his heels burdened with several quart-bottles of whiskey. | Dhae had diend tugedhur in San Frunsiskoe, and wur at dhu Fery Bilding, riturning too Oeklund, when dhu whim kaem too him too shoe Mortun dhu "ryl durt." Hy turnd and fled ukros dhu wotur-frunt, u mygur shadoe in u flaping oevurkoet, with Mortun straening too kyp up with him. At u hoelsael likur staur hy baut too galun-demyjonz uv oeld paurt, and with wun in ych hand baurdud u Mishun Stryt kor, Mortun at hiz hylz burdund with sevurul kwaurt-botulz uv whisky. |
| If Ruth could see me now, was his thought, while he wondered as to what constituted the real dirt. | If Rooth kwd sy my nou, wuz hiz thaut, whiel hy wundurd az too whot konstutootud dhu ryl durt. |
| "Maybe nobody will be there," Brissenden said, when they dismounted and plunged off to the right into the heart of the working-class ghetto, south of Market Street. "In which case you'll miss what you've been looking for so long." | "Maeby noebody wil by dher," Brisundun sed, when dhae dismountud and plunjd of too dhu riet intoo dhu hort uv dhu wurking-klas getoe, south uv Morkut Stryt. "In which kaes ue'l mis whot ue'v bin lwking faur soe long." |
| "And what the deuce is that?" Martin asked. | "And whot dhu doos iz dhat?" Mortun askd. |
| "Men, intelligent men, and not the gibbering nonentities I found you consorting with in that trader's den. You read the books and you found yourself all alone. Well, I'm going to show you to-night some other men who've read the books, so that you won't be lonely any more." | "Men, intelujunt men, and not dhu jiburing nonentutyz Ie found ue kunsaurting with in dhat traedur'z den. Ue red dhu bwks and ue found yaurself aul uloen. Wel, Ie'm go.ing too shoe ue tuniet sum udhur men hoo'v red dhu bwks, soe dhat ue woent by loenly eny maur." |
| "Not that I bother my head about their everlasting discussions," he said at the end of a block. "I'm not interested in book philosophy. But you'll find these fellows intelligences and not bourgeois swine. But watch out, they'll talk an arm off of you on any subject under the sun." | "Not dhat Ie bodhur mie hed ubout dher evurlasting diskushunz," hy sed at dhy end uv u blok. "Ie'm not inturustud in bwk fulosufy. But ue'l fiend dhyz feloez intelujunsuz and not bwrzhwo swien. But woch out, dhae'l taulk an orm of uv ue on eny supjikt undur dhu sun." |
| "Hope Norton's there," he panted a little later, resisting | "Hoep Naurtun'z dher," hy pantud a litul laetur, rizisting |
| 348a | 348a |
| Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro |
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