The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the signif… - Jack London

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

Do you know the only value life has is what life puts upon itself? And it is of course overestimated, for it is of necessity prejudiced in its own favour. Take that man I had aloft. He held on as if he were a precious thing, a treasure beyond diamonds of rubies. To you? No. To me? Not at all. To himself? Yes. But I do not accept his estimate. He sadly overrates himself. There is plenty more life demanding to be born. Had he fallen and dripped his brains upon the deck like honey from the comb, there would have been no loss to the world. The supply is too large.

So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.

The myriads that raise the cry of hunger wail in the greatest empire in the world