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He
joined
the
listeners
,
and
heard
a
new
,
alien
tongue
in
the
mouths
of
the
philosophers
of
the
people
.
One
was
a
tramp
,
another
was
a
labor
agitator
,
a
third
was
a
law
-
school
student
,
and
the
remainder
was
composed
of
wordy
workingmen
.
For
the
first
time
he
heard
of
socialism
,
anarchism
,
and
single
tax
,
and
learned
that
there
were
warring
social
philosophies
.
He
heard
hundreds
of
technical
words
that
were
new
to
him
,
belonging
to
fields
of
thought
that
his
meagre
reading
had
never
touched
upon
.
Because
of
this
he
could
not
follow
the
arguments
closely
,
and
he
could
only
guess
at
and
surmise
the
ideas
wrapped
up
in
such
strange
expressions
.
Then
there
was
a
black
-
eyed
restaurant
waiter
who
was
a
theosophist
,
a
union
baker
who
was
an
agnostic
,
an
old
man
who
baffled
all
of
them
with
the
strange
philosophy
that
what
is
is
right
,
and
another
old
man
who
discoursed
interminably
about
the
cosmos
and
the
father
-
atom
and
the
mother
-
atom
.
Martin
Eden
’
s
head
was
in
a
state
of
addlement
when
he
went
away
after
several
hours
,
and
he
hurried
to
the
library
to
look
up
the
definitions
of
a
dozen
unusual
words
.
And
when
he
left
the
library
,
he
carried
under
his
arm
four
volumes
:
Madam
Blavatsky
’
s
"
Secret
Doctrine
,
"
"
Progress
and
Poverty
,
"
"
The
Quintessence
of
Socialism
,
"
and
,
"
Warfare
of
Religion
and
Science
.
"
Unfortunately
,
he
began
on
the
"
Secret
Doctrine
.
"
Every
line
bristled
with
many
-
syllabled
words
he
did
not
understand
.
He
sat
up
in
bed
,
and
the
dictionary
was
in
front
of
him
more
often
than
the
book
.
He
looked
up
so
many
new
words
that
when
they
recurred
,
he
had
forgotten
their
meaning
and
had
to
look
them
up
again
.
He
devised
the
plan
of
writing
the
definitions
in
a
note
-
book
,
and
filled
page
after
page
with
them
.
And
still
he
could
not
understand
.
He
read
until
three
in
the
morning
,
and
his
brain
was
in
a
turmoil
,
but
not
one
essential
thought
in
the
text
had
he
grasped
.
He
looked
up
,
and
it
seemed
that
the
room
was
lifting
,
heeling
,
and
plunging
like
a
ship
upon
the
sea
.
Then
he
hurled
the
"
Secret
Doctrine
"
and
many
curses
across
the
room
,
turned
off
the
gas
,
and
composed
himself
to
sleep
.
Nor
did
he
have
much
better
luck
with
the
other
three
books
.
It
was
not
that
his
brain
was
weak
or
incapable
;
it
could
think
these
thoughts
were
it
not
for
lack
of
training
in
thinking
and
lack
of
the
thought
-
tools
with
which
to
think
.
He
guessed
this
,
and
for
a
while
entertained
the
idea
of
reading
nothing
but
the
dictionary
until
he
had
mastered
every
word
in
it
.
Poetry
,
however
,
was
his
solace
,
and
he
read
much
of
it
,
finding
his
greatest
joy
in
the
simpler
poets
,
who
were
more
understandable
.
He
loved
beauty
,
and
there
he
found
beauty
.
Poetry
,
like
music
,
stirred
him
profoundly
,
and
,
though
he
did
not
know
it
,
he
was
preparing
his
mind
for
the
heavier
work
that
was
to
come
.
The
pages
of
his
mind
were
blank
,
and
,
without
effort
,
much
he
read
and
liked
,
stanza
by
stanza
,
was
impressed
upon
those
pages
,
so
that
he
was
soon
able
to
extract
great
joy
from
chanting
aloud
or
under
his
breath
the
music
and
the
beauty
of
the
printed
words
he
had
read
.
Then
he
stumbled
upon
Gayley
’
s
"
Classic
Myths
"
and
Bulfinch
’
s
"
Age
of
Fable
,
"
side
by
side
on
a
library
shelf
.
It
was
illumination
,
a
great
light
in
the
darkness
of
his
ignorance
,
and
he
read
poetry
more
avidly
than
ever
.
The
man
at
the
desk
in
the
library
had
seen
Martin
there
so
often
that
he
had
become
quite
cordial
,
always
greeting
him
with
a
smile
and
a
nod
when
he
entered
.
It
was
because
of
this
that
Martin
did
a
daring
thing
.
Drawing
out
some
books
at
the
desk
,
and
while
the
man
was
stamping
the
cards
,
Martin
blurted
out
:
-
"
Say
,
there
’
s
something
I
’
d
like
to
ask
you
.
"
The
man
smiled
and
paid
attention
.
"
When
you
meet
a
young
lady
an
’
she
asks
you
to
call
,
how
soon
can
you
call
?
"
Martin
felt
his
shirt
press
and
cling
to
his
shoulders
,
what
of
the
sweat
of
the
effort
.
"
Why
I
’
d
say
any
time
,
"
the
man
answered
.
"
Yes
,
but
this
is
different
,
"
Martin
objected
.
"
She
—
I
—
well
,
you
see
,
it
’
s
this
way
:
maybe
she
won
’
t
be
there
.
She
goes
to
the
university
.
"
