Jack London
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Some are Survivors, Some are Debris
The RoadJack London Of course I had not the slightest intention of joining him in a life of sordid, petty crime; but I’d have been an idiot to throw away all the good things his friendship made possible. When one is on the hot lava of hell, he cannot pick and choose his path, and Continue reading
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The Living are Excused from Life
The Scarlet PlagueJack London “I heard sounds of rioting and of pistol shots, and from my windows I could see the glare of the sky of some conflagration in the direction of Oakland. It was a night of terror. I did not sleep a wink. A man—why and how I do not know—was killed on Continue reading
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Mealybug and Sketel
The Call of the WildJack London When the sled started, he floundered in the soft snow alongside the beaten trail, attacking Sol-leks with his teeth, rushing against him and trying to thrust him off into the soft snow on the other side, striving to leap inside his traces and get between him and the sled, Continue reading
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Awooh!
Almost missed today’s entry thanks to a power outage. White FangJack London But it was his concern that they leave him alone in his isolation, get out of his way when he elected to walk among them, and at all times acknowledge his mastery over them. A hint of stiff-leggedness on their part, a lifted Continue reading
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