On every side was the silence, pressing upon them with a tangible presence. It affected their minds as the many atmospheres of deep water affect the … - Jack London

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On every side was the silence, pressing upon them with a tangible presence. It affected their minds as the many atmospheres of deep water affect the body of the diver. It crushed them with the weight of unending vastness and unalterable decree. It crushed them into the remotest recesses of their own minds, pressing out of them, like juices from the grape, all the false ardours and exaltations and undue self-values of the human soul, until they perceived themselves finite and small, specks and motes, moving with weak cunning and little wisdom amidst the play and inter-play of the great blind elements and forces.

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About Jack London

John Griffith "Jack" London (born John Griffith Chaney, January 12, 1876 – November 22, 1916) was an American novelist, journalist, and social activist.

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Birth Name: John Griffith Chaney
Alternative Names: John Griffith "Jack" London John Griffith Chaney London John Griffith "Jack London" Chaney

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