And not only did he learn by experience, but instincts long dead became alive again. The domesticated generations fell from him. In vague ways he remembered back to the youth of the breed, to the time the wild dogs ranged in packs through the primeval forest and killed their meat as they ran it down.
Jack LondonThe game of life is good, though all of life may be hurt, and though all lives lose the game in the end.
Jack LondonThere's only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the disappointยญment s.
Jack LondonIt was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild. (Ch.1)
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