[Martin Eden by Jack London]@TWC D-Link bookMartin Eden CHAPTER IX 22/25
Not that I know anything about it, of course.
I only bring common judgment to bear.
You couldn't hope to be a blacksmith without spending three years at learning the trade--or is it five years! Now writers are so much better paid than blacksmiths that there must be ever so many more men who would like to write, who--try to write." "But then, may not I be peculiarly constituted to write ?" he queried, secretly exulting at the language he had used, his swift imagination throwing the whole scene and atmosphere upon a vast screen along with a thousand other scenes from his life--scenes that were rough and raw, gross and bestial. The whole composite vision was achieved with the speed of light, producing no pause in the conversation, nor interrupting his calm train of thought.
On the screen of his imagination he saw himself and this sweet and beautiful girl, facing each other and conversing in good English, in a room of books and paintings and tone and culture, and all illuminated by a bright light of steadfast brilliance; while ranged about and fading away to the remote edges of the screen were antithetical scenes, each scene a picture, and he the onlooker, free to look at will upon what he wished.
He saw these other scenes through drifting vapors and swirls of sullen fog dissolving before shafts of red and garish light.
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