Цитаты из книги «Мартин Иден / Martin Eden»

A room to himself where he could burn the midnight oil.

“Why weren’t you born with an income?” “I’d rather have good health and imagination,” he answered.

There’s one thing I’ll tell you,” he said, “Mr. Butler has had no joy for years, hasn’t he? I think his stomach is not very good now. I’ll bet[48] he’s got dyspepsia right now!”

nd knew them well, from A to Z.

He had undergone a moral revolution. Her cleanness and purity made him clean, too.

They were talking about the last poetry he had read, the latest poet she had studied. And when she read aloud to him her favorite passages, he delighted a lot. Never, in all the women, had he heard a voice like hers. The least sound of it was a stimulus to his love, and he thrilled and throbbed with every word she uttered.

He opened the door with a key and went in, followed by a young fellow who awkwardly removed his cap. He wore