Martin is in a different stratum of society.
Martin is a gifted and deep person.
He enthusiastically immerses himself in the study of literature, language, and the rules of versification. He often communicates with Ruth, she helps him in his studies. Ruth, a girl with conservative and rather narrow views, tries to reshape Martin according to the model of people in her circle, but she is not very successful. Having spent all the money he earned on his last voyage, Martin goes to sea again, hiring himself as a sailor. During the long eight months of sailing, Martin “enriched his vocabulary and his mental baggage and got to know himself better.” He feels great strength within himself and suddenly realizes that he wants to become a writer, first of all, so that Ruth can admire the beauty of the world with him. Returning to Oakland, he writes a feature story about treasure hunters and submits the manuscript to the San Francisco Observer. Martin Eden Jack London summary.
Then he sits down to read a story about whalers for young people. Having met Ruth, he shares his plans with her, but, unfortunately, the girl does not share his ardent hopes, although she is pleased with the changes happening to him - Martin has begun to express his thoughts much more correctly, dresses better, etc. Ruth is in love with Martin , but her own concepts about life do not give her the opportunity to realize this. Ruth believes that Martin needs to study, and he takes his high school exams, but fails miserably in all subjects except grammar. Martin is not too discouraged by the failure, but Ruth is upset. None of Martin's works sent to magazines and newspapers have been published; all are returned by mail without any explanation. Martin decides: the fact is that they are handwritten. He rents a typewriter and learns to type. Martin works all the time, without even counting it as work. “He simply found the gift of speech, and all the dreams, all the thoughts of beauty that had lived in him for many years, poured out in an uncontrollable, powerful, ringing stream.”
Martin Eden Jack London summary.
New hobby.
Martin discovers the books of Herbert Spencer, and this gives him the opportunity to see the world in a new way. Ruth does not share his passion for Spencer. Martin reads his stories to her, and she easily notices their formal flaws, but is unable to see the power and talent with which they are written. Martin does not fit into the framework of bourgeois culture, familiar and native to Ruth. The money he earned while sailing runs out, and Martin gets hired to iron clothes in a laundry. The intense, hellish work exhausts him. He stops reading and one weekend gets drunk, just like in the old days. Realizing that such work not only exhausts, but also dulls him, Martin leaves the laundry.
There are only a few weeks left before the next voyage, and Martin devotes these holidays to love. He often sees Ruth, they read together, go for walks on bicycles, and one fine day Ruth finds herself in Martin's arms. They explain themselves. Ruth knows nothing about the physical side of love, but feels the attraction of Martin. Martin is afraid to offend her purity. Ruth's parents are not delighted with the news of her engagement to Eden.
Martin decides to write for a living. He rents a tiny room from the Portuguese Maria Silva. His strong health allows him to sleep five hours a day. The rest of the time he works: he writes, learns unfamiliar words, analyzes the literary techniques of various writers, and looks for “the principles underlying the phenomenon.” He is not too embarrassed that not a single line of his has yet been published. “Writing was for him the final link of a complex mental process, the last knot that connected individual scattered thoughts, a summation of accumulated facts and positions.”
Martin Eden. Jack London. Quotes
Chapter 1
Or do the books really tell the truth, and are there many people like her in other high circles of society?
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He forgot everything around him and glared at the girl with greedy eyes. Yes, this is what is worth living for, what is worth pursuing, what is worth fighting for and what is worth dying for.
Chapter 2
The unusual power of his imagination embodied abstract concepts into concrete images.
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And while Martin Eden spoke, Ruth looked at him with admiration. His fire warmed her. For the first time, she felt that all these years she had lived without knowing warmth. She wanted to cling to this powerful, ardent man, in whom a volcano of strength and health bubbled.
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After dinner, she played the piano for him with a secret challenge, with an unconscious desire to further widen the gulf that separated them... He looked at Ruth with awe. Like her, he felt that the gap between them had increased even more, but the more he wanted to step over it.
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Chapter 3.
He sat next to her at the table, he shook her hand, he looked into her eyes and saw in them the beauty of her soul, equal to the beauty of these eyes in which she shone, this body in which she lived. But Martin didn’t think about her body - and this was new to him, because until now he had only thought about women like that.
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They were university students. They attended the same lectures that she attended, belonged to the same society, could make acquaintance with her, could see her every day if they wanted. He was surprised that they didn’t want this, that they wandered around somewhere all evening, instead of spending that evening with her, talking with her, admiring her admiringly and respectfully.
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To get rid of the disgusting feeling, he looked at the chromolithograph hanging on the wall.
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Chapter 4.
He laughed at the thought that this bronze face in the mirror had once been just as white; It didn’t occur to him that there weren’t many women in the world who could boast of skin as white as his, where it wasn’t sunburned.
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Having said this, he fell asleep, and his dreams, in their boldness and unusualness, could only be compared with the dreams of an opium smoker.
Chapter 5.
How can he hope, living among such brutes, to one day be close to her? He was driven into despair by the difficulty of the task facing him; he felt the hopelessness of his position, the position of a man from the working class.
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As a captain, he can already marry her - if she wants. And if he doesn’t want to, well, thanks to her, he will live a good, decent life, and in any case, he will stop drinking.
Chapter 6.
A restless languor, similar to the pangs of hunger, took possession of Martin. He languished with the desire to see again the girl whose tender hands with unexpected tenacity had captured his whole life.
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During the day he did not even dare to approach Ruth’s home, but at night, like a thief, he wandered around the Morse house, furtively looking at the lighted windows and feeling tenderness for the very walls that surrounded her.
(I remembered how in the summer evenings I often passed Mira’s house. I don’t know what motivated me, but every free evening, when I was alone, I turned on music in the car and drove for a while, always passing her house)
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She sat in the first row, and he saw almost nothing throughout the evening except her slender shoulders and golden hair, blurred by distance. But still, once or twice he looked around and managed to notice two girls sitting a few places away from him; These girls smiled and made eyes at him. He was always willing to make acquaintances, and it was not in his nature to leave such signs of attention unanswered. Until recently, he would certainly have smiled at them in turn, and then moved on. But now everything has changed. True, he responded with a smile, but immediately after that he turned away and tried not to look in their direction anymore. However, more than once, having completely forgotten about these girls, he suddenly caught their smiles again. It’s hard to change in one day, and besides, he was naturally affectionate and friendly, and therefore he involuntarily smiled back at the girls, smiled simply, in a comradely way. All this was as old as time. He knew that they were playing an ordinary women's game with him. But for him now everything was different.
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He suddenly felt some kind of spiritual nausea. The transition from Ruth to all this was very rough.
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Chapter 7.
Again she had the desire to hug his neck or put her hands on his shoulders. And this desire still confused her, but she had already gotten used to it. It also did not occur to her that the feeling that gripped her could be called love.
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Martin knew he loved Ruth; and knew that he wanted her as he had never wanted anything in his life. He had loved poetry before, as he loved everything beautiful, but after meeting her, the gates to the vast world of love lyrics opened before him.
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Life is not only about drinking, fighting, and hard work.
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Martin was presented to her as a giant, trying to break off his shackles.
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Chapter 8
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He soared above the old world thanks to the sublime thoughts and feelings gleaned from books. He was now sure that in the upper circle to which Ruth and her family belonged, all men and all women thought and felt exactly like that.
(I've thought about this before... Is this how it works?)
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Already in childhood and adolescence, some kind of vague anxiety constantly tormented him... And now his languor became acute and painful, he understood clearly and firmly that he was looking for beauty, intelligence and love.
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It didn’t occur to her that this rude sailor had planted a spark in her heart that would one day flare up with a bright, all-crushing flame. Until now, this flame has never burned her...
She had no idea about the volcanic storms of love, about its terrible heat, turning her heart into a desert of hot ash.
(The coolest description of falling in love)
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The conjugal affection of her father and mother was for her the ideal of loving union, and she calmly waited, somewhere in the future, for the day when, without any worries or shocks, she would enter into the same peaceful coexistence with her loved one.
(Up to a certain point I thought the same)
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She experienced feelings of the same order when she looked at wild animals in the menagerie or when she saw trees bending in a storm and shuddered from flashes of lightning. There was SOMETHING COSMIC in this kind of phenomena...
_... He could not find a sufficient justification for all those hardships and hardships that Mr. Butler endured (in his youth) ... There was something pathetic, petty and grassy in Mr. Butler's career. Thirty thousand dollars is, of course, not bad, but Qatar and the inability to enjoy life destroyed its value.
(Once about 3-4 years ago I told Anton: “yes, I’m stupid. I’ve been involved in sports all my life. Why not, while I’m young? At 40, I won’t be able to jump and run like that anymore, but I’ll be able to read books calmly.” .The comparisons are different, but the idea is similar. Although now, I am of the opinion that the mind, like the entire body, has its own cycle of development and aging, and it is worth using it correctly from an early age)
Chapter 9
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Martin Eden was returning from a voyage... Eight months ago... he hired himself on a ship.
(8 months, Karl, eight! At first I thought, “that’s a lot,” and then I figured it out, counted my months of “absence”... This is not such a long time for love)
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He now noticed the sailors’ speech irregularities and mentally corrected their mistakes in pronunciation and phrase construction.
(15 minutes ago I was standing in the bathhouse getting dressed and, having once again heard “theirs”, I caught myself thinking that almost everyone in the party was saying “his”, “theirs”, etc. I would also like to tighten up, especially the accents, more Since elementary school, after listening to a word, I could not understand where the emphasis falls. I am sure that even more developed people easily notice errors in my speech, just as I notice in these men)
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He wanted to convey the beauty of the world not only to Ruth. And then a dazzling idea struck him: he would write.
(This is where I end my comments on quotes. Otherwise, I will continue to pull even the slightest coincidences from my life. And the plot moves forward, ahead of my fate)
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This change in him was her doing, and, proud of it, she was already dreaming of how she would continue to guide him.
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“Even if a person has the ability to be a blacksmith,” she objected with a laugh, “is that enough?” I have never heard of anyone becoming a blacksmith without first being trained.
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Chapter 10
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“But suppose,” and sometimes, my dear, one has to make assumptions, “suppose that he interests her not in general, but in particular? "
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And Martin mentally called himself a rude brute for deciding to contradict her.
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“He who goes forward the fastest is the one who goes alone on the journey,” she quoted.
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For some reason it was not difficult to forgive him.
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She lived her twenty-four years calmly, never once experiencing even a slight love interest, did not know how to understand her feelings and, still not warmed by love, did not understand that it was love that was warming her now.
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Chapter 9
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“I keep forgetting about it,” she said with a laugh. - Why weren’t you born with a ready income!
(—How can you earn enough money to be able to build a skyscraper like Mercury?
- You have to be born this way. )
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Chapter 11
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He lived intensely every moment when he was awake, and continued to live even in his sleep...
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When Martin thought about this title, it seemed to him that Ruth was flying away from him to such heights where he could no longer reach her.
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It was not that Ruth belonged to a different class. His love elevated her above all classes.
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His imagination as a lover endowed her with such holiness, such ethereal purity that it excluded any thought of physical intimacy. Love itself took away from him what he so passionately desired.
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And then, one fine day, a bridge was thrown across the abyss that separated them for a moment, and after that moment the abyss no longer seemed so insurmountable. They sat and ate cherries, large black cherries, the juice of which was like tart wine. And then, when she began to read “The Princess” to him, he noticed traces of cherry juice on her lips. For a moment she ceased to be a deity. She was a creature of flesh and blood, her body was subject to the same laws as his body and the body of every person. Her lips were as fleshy as his, and the cherries left the same marks on them. And if that was what her lips were like, then that was what all of her was. She was a woman - a woman like any other. This thought struck him like a thunderclap. This was a real revelation for him. It was as if he saw the sun falling from the sky, or was present at the blasphemous desecration of a deity.
(Ooh, oh! This feeling cannot be confused with anything. It happens instantly, the world in your head seems to turn inside out and the happy smile is wiped from your face. When a person falls. It happened to me both times when the girl whom I considered perfect stumbled and fell. After all, the Goddess cannot stumble.)
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Chapter 12
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He was overcome with such crazy joy at the thought that she would go with him, go to a lecture with him, with Martin Eden, that he wanted to die for her. He couldn't think of anything better. This was the only way he could prove his boundless selfless feeling. It was a great impulse of self-denial, familiar to every true lover...
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“If this girl were dressed properly and taught to behave correctly, I assure you, she would conquer all men, including you, Mr. Eden.”
“First of all, it would be necessary to teach her to speak correctly,” he answered, “otherwise most men would not understand her.”
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A young body is as pliable as wax, and hard work shapes it; it involuntarily gets used to a position convenient for a given work.
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“Who are you, Martin Eden? - he asked himself that evening, returning home and looking at himself in the mirror. He looked for a long time and with curiosity. -Who are you and what are you? Where is your place? You belong with a girl like Lizzie Connolly. Your place among millions of working people is where everything is vulgar, rude and ugly. Your place is in the barn, in the stable, among the dirt and manure. Can you smell the prey? It's the potatoes that are rotting. Sniff it, damn you, sniff it well! And you dare to poke your nose into books, listen to beautiful music, admire beautiful paintings, take care of your language, think about what none of your comrades thinks about, brush aside Lizzie Connolly and love a girl who is immeasurably far from you and lives among stars! Who the hell are you and what the hell are you! Will you achieve what you strive for? "
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Chapter 13
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But if we strive for this common culture, does it really matter what we study? You can study French, you can study German or Esperanto - you will still acquire the so-called “general culture” Or take up Latin and Greek, although these two languages \u200b\u200bwill never be useful to you. But you will gain culture.
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—You talk about culture as if it were a means and not an end! - Ruth exclaimed. Her eyes sparkled, and a blush appeared on her cheeks. — Culture is valuable in itself!
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Why does Martin want to become a writer? - he continued. - Because he is not financially secure. Why did you study the Saxon language and achieve a “common culture”? Yes, because you don’t have to make your own way. Your father takes care of this. He buys you dresses, he will do everything else for you.
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The mind should not interfere in love affairs. Whether the woman you love thinks correctly or incorrectly is indifferent. Love is beyond reason.
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“A gentleman should study Latin, but a gentleman should not know it.”
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Chapter 14
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Martin struggled in the dark, without advice, without encouragement; everyone around him conspired to undermine his courage.
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She will express her assessment of him in living, human words, and, most importantly, she will finally recognize the real Martin Eden.
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– Why do you look at everything from such a nasty practical point of view? - Ruth interrupted him.
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This is a huge task - to be able to translate your thoughts and feelings into words and write or say these words so that the listener or reader understands them, so that in him they are again embodied in the same thoughts and the same feelings.
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– Why didn’t you take a more beautiful plot? - she said. – We know that there is a lot of dirt in the world, but this does not mean at all...
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(Reads what is written)
That he would not make a writer, Ruth was firmly convinced of this. He just proved it.
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He is so strong that he will probably achieve anything... if only he would stop writing sooner...
“Okay,” he said passionately, “and here’s my word to you, Miss Morse, I will become a good writer.”
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Chapter 16
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Martin, listening to this simple conversation, thought about how far he had come from such people. Their mental squalor was unbearable for him, and he wanted to get rid of their company as quickly as possible.
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Martin set the alarm again, sat down at the table and opened Fisk. But he could not read even one paragraph. The lines danced before his eyes, and he nodded off. He began to pace from corner to corner, beating himself on the head with his fists to disperse his sleep, but it was all in vain. Then he put the book in front of him and tried to read, holding his eyelids with his fingers, but immediately fell asleep with his eyes open.
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“To hell,” he yelled, “to hell.” I don't want anymore. I worked like a beast for a whole week, saved every minute...... I live in a free country, and I will tell this Dutch hog everything that I think of him! I won’t speak French to him...
“We’ll have to work again until midnight,” he said a minute later, forgetting his outburst and submitting to fate.
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He was too tired to be interested in anything...
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Chapter 17
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It was hard, exhausting work, which also continued continuously, hour after hour.
(Why does this happen? The familiar fatigue that you don’t even have the strength to read a book. I also wanted to use this exact word – “exhausting”
describe the work. )
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Without stopping, he worked with his head and hands, like a living machine, and the work absorbed everything that was human in him. He had no room left in his head to think about the world and its mysteries. All the wide, spacious rooms in his brain were locked and sealed.
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He was too tired to think, and was already beginning to feel disgusted with himself, as if he had somehow humiliated and irreparably defiled himself. Everything sublime in him was suppressed, his ambition was dulled, and his vitality weakened so much that he no longer felt any aspirations. He was dead. His soul was dead. He became a beast, a working beast.
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Martin decided to gather his courage on Sunday and write Ruth a letter. But on Saturday evening, after finishing work and taking a bath, he felt an irresistible desire to forget. “I’ll go see how Joe is having fun (at the bar),” he said to himself, and immediately realized that he was lying; but he didn’t have the energy to think about it—and anyway, he wouldn’t expose himself to a lie, because most of all he wanted to forget himself. Slowly, as if walking, he headed towards the village, but, approaching the tavern, he involuntarily quickened his steps.
(How, how, how, can you write so clearly and accurately? Martin refused alcohol, but now, without hesitation, he ordered whiskey)
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Two or three more glasses, and a drunken stupor began to envelop his brain. And, finally, he felt the breath of life - for the first time in these weeks. His dreams came back to him. Fantasy burst out of the dark closet and beckoned him to the light and silver ones, and bright visions flashed, overtaking each other. The beautiful and extraordinary went hand in hand with him, he again knew everything and could do everything.
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But Martin did not listen, leaving Joe to express his dreams to the barman until the new customers called him away.
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Chapter 18
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Having forgotten himself, he came to life again, and when he came to life, he saw, as if in a sudden flash of lightning, what an animal he had become - not because he drank, but because he worked like that. Drunkenness was a consequence, not a cause.
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Chapter 19
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– But have you thought about him? Such a person, unsuitable for you in every way... what if he loves you?
______________... If he loves you, he should have thought about some kind of activity that would give him the opportunity and right to marry you, and not amuse himself with writing stories and childhood dreams. I'm afraid he will never grow up. He has no sense of responsibility, no desire to find a real job befitting a man, as your father, Mr. Butler and generally all the people in our circle had. Martin Eden, it seems to me, will never make money. And the world is structured in such a way that money is necessary: without it there can be no happiness, oh, I’m not talking about some huge fortune, but simply a solid income that makes it possible to live decently.
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Chapter 20
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In his wanderings through a colorful, changing world, Martin learned one wise rule: when playing an unfamiliar game, never make the first move. This rule has proven itself a thousand times in practice; In addition, it developed observation skills.
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A streak of bad luck.
But the streak of bad luck continues, Martin's money runs out, he pawns his coat, then his watch, then his bicycle. He starves, eating only potatoes and occasionally dining with his sister or Ruth. Suddenly - almost unexpectedly - Martin receives a letter from a thick magazine. The magazine wants to publish his manuscript, but is going to pay five dollars, although, according to the most conservative estimates, it should have paid a hundred. Out of grief, the weakened Martin falls ill with a severe flu. And then the wheel of fortune turns - checks from magazines begin to arrive one after another.
Martin Eden Jack London summary.
After some time, the luck stops. The editors are vying with each other to try to cheat Martin. Getting money from them for publications is not easy. Ruth insists that Martin get a job with her father; she does not believe that he will become a writer. By chance, at the Morse's, Martin meets Ress Brissenden and becomes close to him. Brissenden is sick with consumption, he is not afraid of death, but passionately loves life in all its manifestations. Brissenden introduces Martin to "real people" who are obsessed with literature and philosophy. With his new comrade, Martin attends a socialist rally, where he argues with the speaker, but thanks to an efficient and unscrupulous reporter, he ends up on the pages of newspapers as a socialist and subverter of the existing system.
The newspaper publication leads to sad consequences - Ruth sends Martin a letter informing him of the break in the engagement. Martin continues to live by inertia, and he is not even pleased with the checks coming from magazines - almost everything written by Martin is now published. Brissenden commits suicide, and his poem "Ephemeris", which Martin published, causes a storm of vulgar criticism and makes Martin glad that his friend does not see this.
Quotes from the novel “Martin Eden” (Jack London)
Fight - fight to the end!
Words from Martin Eden about pursuing his goal of becoming a writer after being rejected numerous times for publication. Martin Eden recalled his many years of competition with one of his ill-wishers (Oil Face), in which he won and was convinced of the correctness of his decision to continue the fight (Chapter 15).
Everything in the world is fragile, except love. Love cannot go astray, unless it is true love, and not a frail freak that stumbles and falls at every step.
Martin Eden's words to his beloved Ruth Morse (chapter 30).
A gentleman should study Latin, but a gentleman should not know it.
Olney's words about the uselessness of Latin in a conversation with Martin Eden and Ruth (chapter 13).
If you're lucky, someday you'll know almost everything there is to know. And then you will write!
Words from Martin Eden's reflections on his desire to become a writer (Chapter 13).
When playing an unfamiliar game, never make the first move
About the life experiences of Martin Eden (Chapter 21).
Love came into the world before articulate speech, and in her early youth she learned techniques and methods that she never forgot.
About the love of Martin Eden and Ruth Morse (chapter 21).
Love is the greatest thing in the world
About the love of the sailor Martin Eden and the girl from the aristocratic family Ruth (chapter 8).
What occupies me is not so much fame as the path to it.
Martin Eden's words about his desire to become a writer in a conversation with Ruth (chapter 14).
Dear old table, I spent many happy hours at you, and you were always a true friend. You never pushed me away, never offended me with undeserved refusals, never complained about the hardness of work.
Martin Eden's words about the desk at which he wrote his stories (chapter 15).
The world is designed in such a way that money is necessary: without it there can be no happiness
Words from the girl's mother, Ruth Morse, from a conversation about the main character of the novel, Martin Eden (Chapter 19).
Science seems to me like the chart room where nautical charts are kept. The teacher’s job is to introduce the student to all the cards in order. That's all.
About Martin Eden's views on the learning process, which he expressed in a conversation with Ruth (Chapter 10).
The same silent caresses make the same impression on both poor working women and girls of high society.
About the love of Martin Eden and Ruth Morse (chapter 21).
The joy of creativity is the noblest joy on earth
From a conversation between Martin Eden and Ruth Morse about the writer’s work (Chapter 30).
Narrowness of thought forced the ancient Jew to thank God for not being born a woman, and now forces missionaries to travel around the globe to impose his god on everyone
About the views of Ruth, a girl from an aristocratic family (Chapter 8).
I want to get a general education. When I need specialized knowledge, I can turn to books.
Martin Eden's words in a conversation with Ruth that he does not need narrow knowledge (chapter 13).
Martin became a celebrity.
Martin Eden finally becomes famous, but all this is deeply indifferent to him. He receives invitations from those people who previously ridiculed him and considered him a slacker, and sometimes even accepts them. He is consoled by the thought of going to the Marquesas Islands and living there in a reed hut. He generously distributes money to his relatives and people with whom his fate connected him, but nothing can touch him. Neither the sincere, ardent love of the young worker Lizzie Conolly, nor the unexpected arrival of Ruth to him, now ready to ignore the voice of rumor and stay with Martin. Martin sails to the islands on the Mariposa, and by the time he leaves, the Pacific Ocean seems no better to him than anything else. He understands that there is no way out for him. And after several days of sailing, he slips out into the sea through the porthole. To deceive the will to live, he takes air into his lungs and dives to great depths. When all the air runs out, he is no longer able to rise to the surface. He sees a bright, white light and feels that he is flying into a dark abyss, and then consciousness leaves him forever.
Quotes From The Book Martin Eden Jack London
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""We must serve beauty. Serve beauty, and the crowd be damned!”
“The world belongs to the strong, the powerful, who is also noble.”
"They studied life from books, while he was busy living"
“Limited minds notice limited things only in others.”
“” I wish I could keep the heat of my soul until the end of my days!
Stubbornly revel in the hops of your dreams!
And what clay is the dwelling place of my soul -
Let the empty temple not crumble into dust!”
“limitedness strives to guide the true mind, broad and free from prejudice, on the path.”
“So why on earth, one might ask, would I pretend to like it just because most of my people like it or imagine they like it. I can’t like or dislike something at the behest of fashion.”
“They will love you, Martin, but they will love their pathetic morals more.”
“But saints among abominations - that’s where the eternal miracle is! This is what is worth living for, to see the moral greatness that rises from the vile cesspool, to rise yourself and, with eyes not yet washed from dirt, notice for the first time the beauty, distant, barely discernible; to see how out of weakness, infirmity, vice, out of brutal cruelty, strength, and truth, and high noble talent arise. »
“You read a lot of my things,” he continued sharply. - What do you think about them? Are they hopelessly bad? What if you compare it with what others write?
- But they print others, but yours. yours is not.”
“He was neither stingy nor greedy, but money meant more to him than so many dollars and cents.”
“This world is so arranged that money is necessary in order to be happy in it”
“My advice to you, Martin Eden, is to return to the ships and the sea. What do you need the city and this vile human dump? Every day you waste time in vain, sell beauty for the needs of magazines and ruin yourself. How did you recently quote this to me? And here it is: “Man, the last of the ephemeris.” So what is the glory for you, the last of the ephemeris? If she comes to you, she will poison you. Believe me, you are too real, too sincere, too thoughtful, it is not for you to be content with this semolina! I hope you never sell a single line to a magazine. We need to serve only beauty. Serve beauty, and the crowd be damned!”
“My advice to you, Martin Eden, is to return to the ships and the sea. What do you need the city and this vile human dump? Every day you waste time in vain, sell beauty for the needs of magazines and ruin yourself. How did you recently quote this to me? And here it is: “Man, the last of the ephemeris.” So what is the glory for you, the last of the ephemeris? If she comes to you, she will poison you. Believe me, you are too real, too sincere, too thoughtful, it is not for you to be content with this semolina! I hope you never sell a single line to a magazine. We need to serve only beauty. Serve beauty, and the crowd be damned!”
“They studied life from books, while he was busy living.”
“Limited minds notice limited things only in others.”
“There are no such words in his native language. to explain to them his views and behavior. According to their ideas, the most correct thing for him is to find a permanent job. This is their vocabulary of truisms. Find a place! Poor stupid slaves. Slaves are obsessed with their slavery. For them, work is a golden idol before which they prostrate themselves and bow down.”
“We need to serve only beauty. and damn the crowd! Joy is not that your work is successful, joy is when you work.”
". why on earth? I will pretend to like it just because most of my people like it or imagine they like it. I can’t like or dislike something at the behest of fashion.”
“This world is so arranged that money is necessary in order to be happy in it.”
“Whisky is wise. it knows how to reveal secrets"
“Whoever does not strive to live is on the way to the end.”
“It’s known that when you present a person with his own thoughts, and even dressed up, it’s flattering to him.”
“With all clarity he saw that he had entered the Valley of Shadows. Everything that was alive in him fades, goes out, oh
“She sang with her head on his shoulder, and her hands were in his hands, and each of them at that moment held the other’s heart in his hand.”
“She did not notice the most worthy and significant thing in Martin, or, even worse, did not understand. This man, so flexible that he could adapt to any form of human existence, Ruth considered stubborn and capricious, because she did not know how to reshape him according to her standards - the only one she knew. She could not follow the flight of his thoughts, and when he reached heights inaccessible to her, she simply believed that he was mistaken. The reasoning of her father, mother, brothers and even Olney was always clear to her - and therefore, not understanding Martin, she believed that this was his fault. The original tragedy of a loner trying to instill the truth in the world was repeated.”
“Martin loved her too much and therefore did not understand, and she did not understand him because he did not fit into the limited circle of her ideas about people.”
“I’m tired today,” he said, “I want love, not talk.”
“He offered her what he had in excess, which he could do without, and she gave him all of herself, without fear of shame, sin, or eternal torment.”
“He became unsociable. Every day it became more and more difficult for him to communicate with people. Their presence was burdensome, and the need to keep up the conversation irritated him. People got on his nerves, and before he even had time to meet the person, he was already looking for an excuse to get rid of him.”
“Life has become painful, like a bright light for a person with sore eyes. She sparkled in front of him and shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow, and it hurt him. It hurts unbearably."
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