He was older than the days he had seen and the breaths he had drawn. He linked the past with the present, and the eternity behind him throbbed throug… - Jack London

He was older than the days he had seen and the breaths he had drawn.

"The cap'n is Wolf Larsen, or so men call him. I never heard his other name. But you better speak soft with him. He is mad this morning. The mate-" But he did not finish. The cook had glided in.

He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in their significances.

He was always striving to attain it. The life that was so swiftly expanding within him, urged him continually toward the wall of light. The life that was within him knew that it was the one way out, the way he was predestined to tread.