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JLJack London

Jack London

Life dates: 1876 AD — 1916 AD

London’s narrator imagines Buck’s changing life through bodily energy and the call of a pack. Read the chase and the final paragraph within this animal adventure, rather than treating their imagery as a rule for human conduct.

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The catalogue identifies Jack London with lifetime years 1876–1916. Digital credits name Ryan, Kirstin, Linda and Rick Trapp, and David Widger. The checked English text follows Buck through captivity, work and changing attachments. Its chapter titles locate the selected passages. The HTML ISBN belongs to this electronic edition; the checked catalogue does not establish its underlying print publisher or composition dates for the archived extracts.

Chapter III describes Buck leading the pack in pursuit of a rabbit before Spitz intercepts it. The selected extract ends within a longer source sentence, so the match establishes the whole archive excerpt rather than identical source punctuation or a standalone sentence. Chapter VII’s final paragraph imagines Buck running with the wolves after a solitary visit to a valley. Both selected extracts match under limited normalization. These are literary representations of an animal’s experience, not scientific behaviour laws or instructions that justify human violence.

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Read Chapter III through Spitz’s interception, then the final paragraph of Chapter VII with the preceding solitary visit. Track what the narrator gives Buck through movement, memory and belonging. Keep the chase’s violence and the story’s animal perspective in view.

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04c. 1896 AD
Captain West advanced to meet me, and before our outstretched hands touched, before his face broke from repose to greeting and the lips moved to speech, I got the first astonishing impact of his personality. Long, lean, in his face a touch of race I as yet could only sense, he was as cool as the day was cold, as poised as a king or emperor, as remote as the farthest fixed star, as neutral as a proposition of Euclid. And then, just ere our hands met, a twinkle of--oh--such distant and controlled geniality quickened the many tiny wrinkles in the corner of the eyes; the clear blue of the eyes was suffused by an almost colourful warmth; the face, too, seemed similarly to suffuse; the thin lips, harsh-set the instant before, were as gracious as Bernhardt's when she moulds sound into speech.
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07c. 1896 AD
A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of laughter more terrible than any sadness-a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the Sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.
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13c. 1896 AD
But you don't hold yourself superior to all the judges of music?" she protested."No, no, not for a moment. I merely maintain my right as an individual. I have just been telling you what I think, in order to explain why the elephantine gambols of Madame Tetralani spoil the orchestra for me. The world's judges of music may all be right. But I am I, and I won't subordinate my taste to the unanimous judgment of mankind. If I don't like a thing, I don't like it, that's all; and there is no reason under the sun why I should ape a liking for it just because the majority of my fellow-creatures like it, or make believe they like it. I can't follow the fashions in the things I like or dislike.
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14c. 1896 AD
The fleeting systems lapse like foam,'" he mumbled what was evidently a quotation. "That's it—foam, and fleeting. All man's toil upon the planet was just so much foam. He domesticated the serviceable animals, destroyed the hostile ones, and cleared the land of its wild vegetation. And then he passed, and the flood of primordial life rolled back again, sweeping his handiwork away—the weeds and the forest inundated his fields, the beasts of prey swept over his flocks, and now there are wolves on the Cliff House beach." He was appalled by the thought. "Where four million people disported themselves, the wild wolves roam to-day, and the savage progeny of our loins, with prehistoric weapons, defend themselves against the fanged despoilers. Think of it! And all because of the Scarlet Death—
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15c. 1896 AD
Ever bike? Now that's something that makes life worth living!...Oh, to just grip your handlebars and lay down to it, and go ripping and tearing through streets and road, over railroad tracks and bridges, threading crowds, avoiding collisions, at twenty miles or more an hour, and wondering all the time when you're going to smash up. Well, now, that's something! And then go home again after three hours of it...and then to think that tomorrow I can do it all over again!
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17c. 1896 AD
He thanked God that she had been born and sheltered to such innocence. But he knew life, its foulness as well as its fairness, its greatness in spite of the slime that infested it, and by God he was going to have his say on it to the world. Saints in heaven - how could they be anything but fair and pure? No praise to them. But saints in slime - ah, that was the everlasting wonder! That was what made life worth while. To see moral grandeur rising out of cesspools of iniquity; to rise himself and first glimpse beauty, faint and far, through mud- dripping eyes; to see out of weakness, and frailty, and viciousness, and all abysmal brutishness, arising strength, and truth, and high spiritual endowment-
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