 | Paul Stought Aug 31 | | refused by the very magazines that were now clamoring for them. And their refusals had been cold-blooded, automatic, stereotyped. They had made him sweat, and now he intended to make them sweat. Burton's Magazine paid his price for five essays, and the remaining four, at the same rate, were snapped up by Mackintosh's Monthly, The Northern Review being too poor to stand the pace. Thus went out to the world "The High Priests of Mystery," "The Wonder-Dreamers," "The Yardstick of the Ego," "Philosophy of Illusion," "God and Clod," "Art and Biology," "Critics and Test-tubes," "Star-dust," and "The Dignity of Usury,"—to raise storms and rumblings and mutterings that were many a day in dying down. | rifuezd bie dhu very maguzynz dhat wur nou klamuring faur dhem. And dher rifuezuls had bin coeld-bludud, autumatik, steryutiepd. Dhae had maed him swet, and nou hy intendud too maek dhem swet. Burtun'z'Maguzyn paed hiz pries faur fiev esaez, and dhu rimaening faur, at dhu saem raet, wur snapd up bie Makuntosh'z Munthly. Dhu Naurdhurn Rivue bying too paur too stand dhu paes. Dhus went out too dhu wuruld "Dhu Hie Prysts uv Mistury," "Dhu Wundur-Drymurz," "Dhu Yordstik uv dhy Ygoe," "Fulosufy uv Iloozhun," "God and Klod," "Ort and Biolujy," "Kritiks and Test-toobz," "Stor-dust," and " Dhu Dignuty uv Uezhury,"—too raez staurmz and rumbulingz and muturingz dhat wur meny u dae in di.ing doun. | | Editors wrote to him telling him to name his own terms, which he did, but it was always for work performed. He refused resolutely to pledge himself to any new thing. The thought of again setting pen to paper maddened him. He had seen Brissenden torn to pieces by the crowd, and despite the fact that him the crowd acclaimed, he could not get over the shock nor gather any respect for the crowd. His very popularity seemed a disgrace and a treason to Brissenden. It made him wince, but he made up his mind to go on and fill the money-bag. | Eduturz roet too him teling him too naem hiz oen turmz, which hy did, but it wuz aulwaez faur wurk purfaurmd. Hy rifuezd rezulootly too plej himself too eny noo thing. Dhu thaut uv ugen seting pen too paepur madund him. Hy had syn Brisundun taurn too pysuz bie dhu kroud, and dispiet dhu fakt dhat him dhu kroud uklaemd, hy kwd not get oevur dhu shok naur gadhur eny rispekt faur dhu kroud. Hiz very popyularuty symd u disgraes and u tryzun too Brisundun. It maed him wins, but hy maed up hiz miend too goe on and fil dhu muny-bag. | | He received letters from editors like the following: "About a year ago we were unfortunate enough to refuse your collection of love-poems. We were greatly impressed by them at the time, but certain arrangements already entered into prevented our taking them. If you still have them, and if you will be kind enough to forward them, we shall be glad to publish the entire collection on your own terms. We are also prepared to make a most advantageous offer for bringing them out in book-form." | Hy risyvd leturz frum eduturz liek dhu folo.ing: "Ubout u yir ugoe wy wur unfaurchunut inuf too rifuez yaur kulekshun uv luv-po.umz. Wy wur graetly impresd bie dhem at dhu tiem, but surtun uraenjmunts aulredy enturd intoo priventud our taeking dhem. If ue stil hav dhem, and if ue wil by kiend inuf too faurwurd dhem, wy shal by glad too publish dhy entier kulekshun on yaur oen turmz. Wy or aulsoe priperd too maek u moest advuntaejus ofur faur bringing dhem out in bwk-faurm." | | Martin recollected his blank-verse tragedy, and sent it instead. He read it over before mailing, and was particularly | Mortun rekulektud hiz blangk-vurs trajudy, and sent it insted. Hy red it oevur bifaur maeling, and wuz purtikyulurly | | 419a | 419a | | Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro | |
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