Martin Eden Ch 43 p412

Paul Stought

Aug 31

CHAPTER 43	CHAPTUR 43
"The Shame of the Sun" was published in October. As Martin cut the cords of the express package and the half-dozen complimentary copies from the publishers spilled out on the table, a heavy sadness fell upon him. He thought of the wild delight that would have been his had this happened a few short months before, and he contrasted that delight that should have been with his present uncaring coldness. His book, his first book, and his pulse had not gone up a fraction of a beat, and he was only sad. It meant little to him now. The most it meant was that it might bring some money, and little enough did he care for money.	"Dhu Shaem uv dhu Sun" wuz publishd in Oktoebur. Az Mortun kut dhu kaurdz uv dhy ikspres pakij and dhu haf-duzun komplumentury kopyz frum dhu publishurz spild out on dhu taebul, u hevy sadnus fel upon him. Hy thaut uv dhu wield diliet dhat wwd hav bin hiz had dhis hapund u fue shaurt munths bifaur, and hy kontrastud dhat diliet dhat shwd hav bin with hiz prezunt unkering koeldnus. Hiz bwk, hiz furst bwk, and hiz puls had not gon up u frakshun uv u byt, and hy wuz oenly sad. It ment litul too him nou. Dhu moest it ment wuz dhat it miet bring sum muny, and litul inuf did hy ker faur muny.
He carried a copy out into the kitchen and presented it to Maria.	Hy karyd u kopy out intoo dhu kichun and prizentud it too Muryu.
"I did it," he explained, in order to clear up her bewilderment. "I wrote it in the room there, and I guess some few quarts of your vegetable soup went into the making of it. Keep it. It's yours. Just to remember me by, you know."	"Ie did it," hy iksplaend, in aurdur too klir up hur biwildurmunt. "Ie roet it in dhu room dher, and Ie ges sum fue kwaurts uv yaur vejutubul soop went intoo dhu maeking uv it. Kyp it. It's yaurz. Just too rimembur my bie, ue noe."
He was not bragging, not showing off. His sole motive was to make her happy, to make her proud of him, to justify her long faith in him. She put the book in the front room on top of the family Bible. A sacred thing was this book her lodger had made, a fetich of friendship. It softened the blow of his having been a laundryman, and though she could not understand a line of it, she knew that every line of it was great. She was a simple, practical, hard-working woman, but she possessed faith in large endowment.	Hy wuz not braging, not sho.ing of. Hiz soel moetiv wuz too maek hur hapy, too maek hur proud uv him, too justufie hur long faeth in him. Shy pwt dhu bwk in dhu frunt room on top uv dhu famuly Biebul. U saekrud thing wuz dhis bwk hur lojur had maed, u fetish uv frendship. It sofund du bloe uv hiz having bin u laundrymun, and dhoe shy kwd not undurstand u lien uv it, shy noo dhat evry lien uv it wuz graet. Shy wuz u simpul, praktikul, hord-wurking wwmun, but shy puzesd faeth in lorj endoumunt.
Just as emotionlessly as he had received "The Shame of the Sun" did he read the reviews of it that came in weekly from the clipping bureau. The book was making a hit, that was evident. It meant more gold in the money sack. He could fix up Lizzie, redeem all his promises, and still have enough left	Just az imoeshunlusly az hy had risyvd "Dhu Shaem uv dhu Sun" did hy ryd dhu rivuez uv it dhat kaem in wykly frum dhu kliping bywroe. Dhu bwk wuz maeking u hit, dhat wuz evudnt. It ment maur goeld in dhu muny sak. Hy kwd fiks up Lizy, ridym aul hiz promusuz, and stil hav inuf left
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