Джек Лондон

ourn,” said the second man. His voice was utterly and drearily expressionless. He spoke without enthusiasm; and the first man, limping into the milky stream that foamed over the rocks, vouchsafed

All these were blotted out by a grotesque and terrible nightmare brood – frowsy, shuffling creatures from the pavements of Whitechapel, ginbloated hags of the stews, and all the vast hell’s following of harpies, vile-mouthed and filthy, that under the guise of monstrous female form prey upon sailors, the scrapings of the ports, the scum and slime of the human pit.

They were fire-makers! They were gods.

But there was life, abroad in the land and defiant.

Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.

When I was a youngster I was looked upon as a weird sort of creature, because, forsooth, I was a socialist.

Все его прежние нравственные понятия рушились, в беспощадно жестокой борьбе за существование они были только лишней обузой.