Мартин Иден / Martin Eden. Джек Лондон

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she played and sang to him, while he gazed with hungry yearning at her.

      Chapter 10

      He stopped to dinner that evening, and, much to Ruth’s satisfaction, made a favorable impression on her father. They talked about the sea as a career, and Mr. Morse remarked afterward that he seemed a very clear-headed[61] young man. Martin talked slowly, which enabled him to find the best thoughts that were in him. His shyness and modesty even commended him to Mrs. Morse.

      “He is the first man that ever drew notice from Ruth,” she told her husband.

      Mr. Morse looked at his wife curiously.

      “You mean to use this young sailor to wake her up?” he questioned.

      “I mean that she is not to die an old maid if I can help it,” was the answer. “If this young Eden can arouse her interest in mankind in general, it will be a good thing.”

      “A very good thing,” he commented. “But suppose, – and we must suppose, sometimes, my dear, – suppose he arouses her interest too particularly in him?”

      “Impossible,” Mrs. Morse laughed. “She is three years older than he, and, besides, it is impossible. Trust that to me.[62]

      Sunday Martin had intended to devote to studying for the high school examination. But some days after he learned that he had failed in everything save grammar.[63]

      “Your grammar is excellent,” Professor Hilton[64] informed him, staring at him through heavy spectacles; “but you know nothing, positively nothing, in the other branches, and your United States history is abominable – there is no other word for it, abominable.”

      “Yes, sir,” Martin said humbly.

      “And I can advise you to go back to the grammar school for at least two years. Good day.”

      “You see I was right,” said Ruth. “It is because you need the discipline of study. Professor Hilton is right, and if I were you, I’d go to night school.”

      But if my days are taken up with work and my nights with school, when am I going to see you? – was Martin’s first thought. He said:

      “It seems so babyish for me to go to night school. I can do the work quicker than they can teach me. It will be a loss of time – ” he thought of her – “and I can’t afford the time. I have no time to spare, in fact.”

      She looked at him gently. “Physics and chemistry – you can’t do them without laboratory study; and you’ll find algebra and geometry almost hopeless with instruction. You need the skilled teachers, the specialists.”

      Chapter 11

      Martin went back to his pearl-diving article.[65] After that he wrote an article on the sea as a career, and another on turtle-catching.[66] Then he tried, as an experiment, a short story, and he had finished six short stories and sent them to various magazines. He wrote, intensely, from morning till night, and late at night, except when he went to the reading-room, draw books from the library, or saw Ruth. He was profoundly happy. The joy of creation was his. All the life about him – the odors of stale vegetables and soapsuds, his sad sister, and the jeering face of Mr. Higginbotham – was a dream. The real world was in his mind, and the stories he wrote were reality.

      The days were too short. There was so much he wanted to study. He cut his sleep down[67] to five hours.

      In the meantime the weeks were passing, his money was coming out, and there was no money coming in. A month after the adventure story for boys was returned to him by THE YOUTH’S COMPANION. The SAN FRANCISCO EXAMINER did the same: at the end of the fifth week the manuscript came back to him, by mail, without comment. In the same way his other articles came back from the other leading San Francisco papers. When he recovered them, he sent them to the magazines in the East, from which they were returned more promptly.

      The short stories were returned in similar fashion. He read them over and over, and liked them so much that he could not understand the cause of their rejection. He decided to read some stories to his sister.

      “That story was perfectly grand,” she announced; “but it makes me sad. I want to cry. There is too many sad things in the world anyway. It makes me happy to think about happy things. Where are you going to sell it?”

      “Hm, that’s not so easy,” he laughed.

      “But if you DID sell it, what do you think you’d get for it?”

      “A hundred dollars.”

      “Oh! I do hope you’ll sell it!”

      “Easy money, eh?” Then he added proudly: “I wrote it in two days. That’s fifty dollars a day. But nobody wants to publish them.”

      He wanted to read his stories to Ruth, but did not dare.

      Chapter 12

      It was the circle of socialists and working-class philosophers that gathered in the City Hall Park[68] on warm afternoons that was responsible for the great discovery. Once or twice in the month, Martin listened to the arguments. The tone of discussion was much lower than at Mr. Morse’s table. The men were not grave and dignified. They lost their tempers easily.[69]

      They spoke about Herbert Spencer[70] in the park. So the great discovery began. Martin tried to read Spencer, and chose the “Principles of Psychology” to begin with. But he did not understand the book, and he returned it unread.

      Martin Eden was very curious, and he wanted to know. This desire had sent him to travel around the world. He tried to read Spencer again. But his ignorant and unprepared attempts at philosophy had been fruitless. The medieval metaphysics of Kant[71] had given him the key to nothing. And here was the man Spencer, organizing all knowledge for him, reducing everything to unity, elaborating ultimate realities, and presenting to him a concrete universe. There was no caprice, no chance. All was law.

      What most profoundly impressed Martin, was the correlation of knowledge – of all knowledge. He had been curious to know things. All things were related to all other things from the star in space to the myriads of atoms in the grain of sand[72] under one’s foot. This new concept was a perpetual amazement to Martin.

      One day, because the days were so short, he decided to give up algebra, geometry, and trigonometry. Then he cut chemistry from his study-list, retaining only physics.

      “I am not a specialist,” he said to Ruth. “Nor am I going to try to be a specialist. There are too many special fields for any one man, in a whole lifetime, to master them. I must pursue general knowledge. When I need the work of specialists, I shall refer to their books. It is unnecessary to have this knowledge.”

      “Give me time,” he said aloud. “Only give me time.”

      Time! Time! Time! was his unending plaint.

      Chapter 13

      No time to lose. His money meant time. He must write. He must earn money. But the newspapers and magazines refuse to publish his stories. Piles of manuscripts were travelling the endless round of the magazines. How did the others do it? He spent long hours in the library, reading what others had written, studying their work eagerly and critically, comparing it with his own, and wondering, wondering, about the secret trick they had discovered which enabled them to sell their work.

      No light, no life, no color, was in other writers’ stories. There was no breath of life in their work, and yet it sold,Скачать книгу


<p>61</p>

clear-headed – здравомыслящий

<p>62</p>

Trust that to me. – Доверься мне.

<p>63</p>

he had failed in everything save grammar – провалился по всем предметам, за исключением грамматики

<p>64</p>

Hilton – Хилтон

<p>65</p>

pearl-diving article – статья о ловцах жемчуга

<p>66</p>

turtle-catching – ловля черепах

<p>67</p>

he cut his sleep down – он сократил время сна

<p>68</p>

City Hall Park – Сити-Холл-парк

<p>69</p>

They lost their tempers easily. – Они легко выходили из себя.

<p>70</p>

Herbert Spencer – Герберт Спенсер (английский философ и социолог, идеи которого пользовались большой популярностью в конце XIX века)

<p>71</p>

Kant – Кант

<p>72</p>

the grain of sand – песчинка