 | Paul Stought Aug 31 | | was the little thing, or the beginning of the little thing, that was soon to become the big thing. He had insulted Judge Blount, treated him abominably, and Judge Blount, meeting him on the street, invited him to dinner. Martin bethought himself of the numerous occasions on which he had met Judge Blount at the Morses' and when Judge Blount had not invited him to dinner. Why had he not invited him to dinner then? he asked himself. He had not changed. He was the same Martin Eden. What made the difference? The fact that the stuff he had written had appeared inside the covers of books? But it was work performed. It was not something he had done since. It was achievement accomplished at the very time Judge Blount was sharing this general view and sneering at his Spencer and his intellect. Therefore it was not for any real value, but for a purely fictitious value that Judge Blount invited him to dinner. | wuz dhu litul thing, aur dhu bigining uv dhu litul thing, dhat wuz soon too bikum dhu big thing. Hy had insultud Juj Blount, trytud him ubomunubly, and Juj Blount, myting him on dhu stryt, invietud him too dinur. Mortun bithaut himself uv dhu noomurus ukaezhunz on which hy had met Juj Blount at dhu Maursuz' and when Juj Blount had not invietud him too dinur. Whie had hy not invietud him too dinur dhen? hy askd himself. Hy had not chaenjd. Hy wuz dhu saem Mortun Ydun. Whot maed dhu difuruns? Dhu fakt dhat dhu stuf hy had ritun had upird insied dhu kuvurz uv bwks? But it wuz wurk purfaurmd. It wuz not sumthing hy had dun sins. It wuz uchyvmunt ukomplishd at dhu very tiem Juj Blount wuz shering dhis jenurul vue and sniring at hiz Spensur and hiz intulekt. Dherfaur it wuz not faur eny ryl vaue, but faur u pywrly fiktishus value dhat Juj Blount invietud him too dinnur. | | Martin grinned and accepted the invitation, marvelling the while at his complacence. And at the dinner, where, with their womankind, were half a dozen of those that sat in high places, and where Martin found himself quite the lion, Judge Blount, warmly seconded by Judge Hanwell, urged privately that Martin should permit his name to be put up for the Styx—the ultra-select club to which belonged, not the mere men of wealth, but the men of attainment. And Martin declined, and was more puzzled than ever. | Mortun grind and akseptud dhy invutaeshun, morvuling dhu whiel at hiz kumplaesuns. And at dhu dinur, wher, with dher wwmunkiend, wur haf u duzun uv dhoez dhat sat in hie plaesuz, and wher Mortun found himself kwiet dhu liun, Juj Blount, waurmly sekundud bie Juj Hanwel, urjd prievutly dhan Mortun shwd purmit hiz naem too by pwt up faur dhu Stiks—dhy ultru-silekt klub too which bilongd, not dhu mir men uv welth, but dhu men uv utaenmunt. And Mortun dikliend, and wuz maur puzuld dhan evur. | | He was kept busy disposing of his heap of manuscripts. He was overwhelmed by requests from editors. It had been discovered that he was a stylist, with meat under his style. The Northern Review, after publishing "The Cradle of Beauty," had written him for half a dozen similar essays, which would have been supplied out of the heap, had not Burton's Magazine, in a speculative mood, offered him five hundred dollars each for five essays. He wrote back that he would supply the demand, but at a thousand dollars an essay. He remembered that all these manuscripts had been | Hy wuz kept bizy dispoezing uv hiz hyp uv manyuskripts. Hy wuz oevurwhelmd bie rikwests frum eduturz. It had bin diskuvurd dhat hy wuz u stielust, with myt undur hiz stiel. Dhu Naurdhurn Rivue, aftur publishing "Dhu Kraedul uv Buety," had ritun him faur haf u duzun simulur esaez, which wwd hav bin suplied out uv dhu hyp, had not Burtun'z Maguzyn, in u spekyulutiv mood, ofurd him fiev hundrud dolurz ych faur fiev esaez. Hy roet bak dhat hy wwd suplie dhu dimand, but at u thouzund dolurz an esae. Hy rimemburd dhat aul dhyz manyskripts had bin | | 418a | 418a | | Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro | |
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