This was a god indeed, a love-god, a warm and radiant god, in whose light White Fang's nature expanded as a flower expands under the sun. - Jack London

Is love so gross a thing that it must feed upon publication and public notice ? It would seem so.

"He cut short my request for something to eat, snapping out, "I don't believe you want to work."
Now this was irrelevant. I hadn't said anything about work. The topic of conversation I had introduced was "food." In fact, I didn't want to work. I wanted to take the westbound overland that night."

There are things greater than our wisdom, beyond our justice. The right and wrong of this we cannot say, and it is not for us to judge.