 | Paul Stought Aug 31 | | to-morrow, or Haywards, or wherever it is, and see that brother of yours. Tell him to come to see me. I'll be stopping at the Metropole down in Oakland. He'll know a good milk-ranch when he sees one." | tumoroe, aur Haewurdz, aur wherevur it iz, and sy dhat brudhur uv yaurz. Tel him too kum too sy my. Ie'l by stoping at dhu Metrupoel doun in Oeklund. Hy'l noe u gwd milk-ranch when hy syz wun." | | And so it was that Maria became a landlord and the sole owner of a dairy, with two hired men to do the work for her and a bank account that steadily increased despite the fact that her whole brood wore shoes and went to school. Few persons ever meet the fairy princes they dream about; but Maria, who worked hard and whose head was hard, never dreaming about fairy princes, entertained hers in the guise of an ex-laundryman. | And soe it wuz dhat Muryu bikaem u landlaurd and dhu soel oenur uv u dery, with too hierd men too doo dhu wurk faur hur and u bangk ukount dhat steduly inkrysd dispiet dhu fakt dhat hur hoel brood waur sooz and went too skool. Fue pursunz evur myt dhu fery prinsus dhae drym ubout; but Muryu, hoo wurkd hord and hooz hed wuz hord, nevur dryming ubout fery prinsuz, enturtaend hurz in dhu giez uv an eks-laundrymun. | | In the meantime the world had begun to ask: "Who is this Martin Eden?" He had declined to give any biographical data to his publishers, but the newspapers were not to be denied. Oakland was his own town, and the reporters nosed out scores of individuals who could supply information. All that he was and was not, all that he had done and most of what he had not done, was spread out for the delectation of the public, accompanied by snapshots and photographs—the latter procured from the local photographer who had once taken Martin's picture and who promptly copyrighted it and put it on the market. At first, so great was his disgust with the magazines and all bourgeois society, Martin fought against publicity; but in the end, because it was easier than not to, he surrendered. He found that he could not refuse himself to the special writers who travelled long distances to see him. Then again, each day was so many hours long, and, since he no longer was occupied with writing and studying, those hours had to be occupied somehow; so he yielded to what was to him a whim, permitted interviews, gave his opinions on literature and philosophy, and even accepted invitations of the bourgeoisie. He had settled down into a strange and comfortable state of mind. He no longer cared. He forgave everybody, even the cub reporter who had painted | In dhu myntiem dhu wuruld had bigun too ask: "Hoo iz dhis Mortun Edun?" Hy had dikliend too giv eny biugrafikul daetu too hiz publishurz, but dhu noozpaepurz wur not too by dinied. Oeklund wuz hiz oen toun, and dhu ripaurturz noezd out skaurz uv induviduulz hoo kwd suplie infurmaeshun. Aul dhat hy wuz and wuz not, aul dhat hy had dun and moest uv whot hy had not dun, wuz spred out faur dhu ditekshun uv dhu publik, ukumpunyd bie snapshots and foetugrafs—dhu latur prukuerd frum dhu loekul futogrufur hoo had wuns taekun Mortun'z pikchur and hoo promptly kopyrietud it and pwt it on dhu morkut. At furst, soe graet wuz hiz disgust with dhu maguzynz and aul bwrzhwo susiuty, Mortun faut ugenst publisuty; but in dhy end, bikauz it wuz yzyur dhan not too, hy surendurd. Hy found dhat hy kwd not rifuez himself too dhu speshul rieturz hoo travuld long distunsuz too sy him. Dhen ugen, ych dae wuz soe meny ourz long, and, sins hy noe longgur wuz okyupied with rieting and studying, dhoez ourz had too by okyupied sumhou; soe hy yyldud too whot wuz too him u whim, purmitud inturvuez, gaev hiz upinyunz on lituruchur and fulosufy, and yvun akseptud invutaeshunz uv dhu bwrzhwozy. Hy had setuld doun intoo u straenj and kumfurtubul staet uv miend. Hy noe longgur kerd. Hy faurgaev evrybody, yvun dhu kub ripaurtur hoo had paentud | | 416a | 416a | | Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro | |
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