His bondage had softened him. Irresponsibility had weakened him. He had forgotten how to shift for himself. The night yawned about him. - Jack London

I was not made for the desk and counting-house, for petty business squabbling, and legal jangling.

It is what we of the working class preach. We know, and well we know by bitter experience, that no appeal for the right, for justice, for humanity, can ever touch you.

But there were other forces at work in the cub, the greatest of which was growth. Instinct and law demanded of him obedience. But growth demanded disobedience...In the end, one day, fear and obedience were swept away by the rush of life, and the cub straddled and sprawled toward the entrance.