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Sayfa 27Kitabı okudu
But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called -- called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come.
Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time.
“Under the new conditions of perfect comfort and security, that restless energy, that with us is strength, would become weakness.
Even in our own time certain tendencies and desires, once necessary to survival, are a constant source of failure. Physical courage and the love of battle, for instance, are no great help —may even be hindrances—to a civilised man. And in a state of physical balance and security, power, intellectual as well as physical, would be out of place. For countless years I judged there had been no danger of war or solitary violence, no danger from wild beasts, no wasting disease to require strength of constitution, no need of toil. For such a life, what we should call the weak areas well equipped as the strong, are indeed no longer weak.
Jack London
Jack London -gerçek adıyla John Griffith London- 1876'da San Francisco'da doğdu. Çocukluk yılları sefalet içinde ama alabildiğine hareketli geçti. En büyük zevki kitap okumaktı, ancak ailesinin güç koşullarda yaşaması yüzünden on dört yaşında okulu bırakıp bir konserve fabrikasında çalışmaya başladı. Yaşadığı çevredeki sefaletin ve kötü
‘How'd'st rain rule here?’ says I to Evelyn to show her what a big poet I am — She really loves me, used to love me in the old days like a husband, for awhile there she had two husbands Cody and me, we were a perfect family till Cody finally got jealous or maybe I got jealous, it was wild for a while I'd be coming home from work on the railroad all dirty with my lamp and just as I came in for my Joy bubblebath old Cody was rushing off on a call so Evelyn had her new husband in the second shift then when Cody come home at dawn all dirty for his Joy bubblebath, ring, the phone's rung and the crew clerk's asked me out and I'm rushing off to work, both of us using the same old clunker car in shifts — And Evelyn always maintaining that she and I were really made for each other but her Karma was to serve Cody in this particular lifetime, which I really believe and I believe she loves him, too, but she'd say ‘I'll get you, Jack, in another lifetime . . . And you'll be very happy’ — ‘What?’ I'd yell to joke, ‘me running up the eternal halls of Karma tryina get away from you hey?’ — ‘It'll take you eternities to get rid of me,’ she adds sadly, which makes me jealous, I want her to say I'll never get rid of her — I wanta be chased for eternity till I catch her.
Sayfa 98 - Penguin Great KerouacKitabı okudu
In those early days, in flight from the weapons of Jupiter, came Saturn from heavenly Olympus, an exile who had lost his kingdom. He brought together this wild and scattered mountain people, gave them laws and resolved that the name of the land should be changed to Latium. His reign was what men call the Golden Age, such was the peace and serenity of the people under his rule.
Under the new conditions of perfect comfort and security, that restless energy, that with us is strength, would become weakness. Even in our own time certain tendencies and desires, once necessary to survival, are a constant source of failure. Physical courage and the love of battle, for instance, are no great help—may even be hindrances—to a civilised man. And in a state of physical balance and security, power, intellectual as well as physical, would be out of place. For countless years I judged there had been no danger of war or solitary violence, no danger from wild beasts, no wasting disease to require strength of constitution, no need of toil. For such a life, what we should call the weak are as well equipped as the strong, are indeed no longer weak. Better equipped indeed they are, for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet.
VI. The Sunset of MankindKitabı okudu
Art comes from suffering—or, at the very least, adventure. Jack London had to go to the Klondike and lose all his front teeth to scurvy before he could write The Call of the Wild.
6. Bölüm|NessaKitabı okudu
