But it did not all happen in a day, this giving over of himself, body and soul, to the man-animals. He could not immediately forego his wild heritage and his memories of the Wild. There were days when he crept to the edge of the forest and stood and listened to something calling him far and away.
Jack LondonThe aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.
Jack London