Мартин Иден

Chapter 35

           Itisthetruthofthesneer,stampedoutfromtheblackironoftheCosmosandinterwovenwithmightyrhythmsofsoundintoafabricofsplendorandbeauty. AndnowIwon’tsayanotherword. Iamoverwhelmed,crushed. Yes,Iwill,too. Letmemarketitforyou." 

           Brissendengrinned. "There’snotamagazineinChristendomthatwoulddaretopublishityouknowthat." 

           "Iknownothingofthesort. Iknowthere’snotamagazineinChristendomthatwouldn’tjumpatit. Theydon’tgetthingslikethateveryday. That’snomerepoemoftheyear. It’sthepoemofthecentury." 

           "I’dliketotakeyouupontheproposition." 

           "Nowdon’tgetcynical,"Martinexhorted. "Themagazineeditorsarenotwhollyfatuous. Iknowthat. AndI’llclosewithyouonthebet. I’llwageranythingyouwantthat‘Ephemera’isacceptedeitheronthefirstorsecondoffering." 

           "There’sjustonethingthatpreventsmefromtakingyou."Brissendenwaitedamoment. "ThethingisbigthebiggestI’veeverdone. Iknowthat. It’smyswansong. Iamalmightyproudofit. Iworshipit. It’sbetterthanwhiskey. ItiswhatIdreamedofthegreatandperfectthingwhenIwasasimpleyoungman,withsweetillusionsandcleanideals. AndI’vegotit,now,inmylastgrasp,andI’llnothaveitpawedoverandsoiledbyalotofswine. No,Iwon’ttakethebet. It’smine. Imadeit,andI’veshareditwithyou." 

           "Butthinkoftherestoftheworld,"Martinprotested. "Thefunctionofbeautyisjoy-making." 

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