Jack London. Anniversary of his birth with some of his phrases

We celebrate one more year on birth of Jack London, one of the most acclaimed writers of the novel by adventure. London saw the light on January 12, 1876 en San Francisco. His life was as exciting as any of his stories and with similar characters. Titles like The call of the wild (with new version brewing in theaters and with the name of Harrison Ford associated), White tusk o The sea wolf they are universal referents of the genre. I celebrate it with some of the phrases most remembered of him and his works.

The call of the wild

• The ghostly silence of winter had given way to the intense spring murmur of the awakening of life.
• He had the fidelity and devotion born under the shelter of the fire and the roof, but he had retained the ferocity and cunning.
• He was the man who had saved her life, which was no small thing, but he was also the ideal master. Other men tended to their dogs out of a sense of duty and convenience; but he did it as if they were his own children, because it came from his soul.
• Love, a genuine passionate love, invaded him for the first time.
• They were half alive, or maybe less. They were nothing more than bags of bones in which a faint breath of life still breathed.
• And when in the still and cold nights he turned his nose towards some star and howled like a wolf, it was his ancestors, dead and already turned to dust, who turned his nose to the stars and howled through the centuries. And Buck's cadences were their cadences, the cadences with which they expressed their grief and the meaning that silence and cold and darkness had for them.
• His cunning was that of the wolf, a savage cunning; his intelligence, the intelligence of the Scottish Shepherd and the Saint Bernard; and this conjunction, added to the experience acquired in the fiercest of schools, made him a creature as formidable as those that inhabited the jungle.

The sea wolf

• Life? Bah! It has no value. Within the cheap, it is the cheapest.
• My intimacy with Wolf Larsen is on the increase, if the relations between the master and the sailor, and better still between the king and the jester, can be called that. I'm just a toy to him. My business is to entertain you, and while I entertain you, everything is fine, but as soon as you start to get bored or have one of those moments of black humor, I am immediately relegated from the cabin table to the kitchen, and at the same time I can call myself Blessed if I escape alive and my body intact.
• "I think life is like a foam, a ferment," he answered promptly. a thing that has movement and that can move for a minute, an hour, a year or a hundred years, but finally it will stop moving. The big one eats the little one, in order to continue moving; the strong to the weak, to preserve strength. The lucky guy eats most of it, and moves longer, that's all. What do you think of these things?

White tusk

• White Fang was finally able to express his great love for Scott. Suddenly he thrust his head forward and shoved it under his master's armpit. And there, voluntarily imprisoned, hidden from view, with the sole exception of her ears, now mute, no growls, she continued to struggle gently, sniffing lightly and positioning herself better.
• To face the constant danger of being injured and even destroyed, his predatory and defensive abilities were developed. He became more agile than the other dogs, quick-footed, cunning, deadly, lighter, leaner, with muscles and nerves of iron, tougher, more cruel, fiercer and more intelligent. It had to be all that, otherwise it would not have withstood or survived the hostile environment in which it was found.

Phrases

• I write for no other purpose than to add something of my own to the beauty.
• I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather have my spark burned in a bright fire than extinguished by dry disintegration. I would rather be a splendid meteor, every atom in me in magnificent splendor, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
• I do not live from what the world thinks of me, but from what I think of myself.
• There is an ecstasy that marks the peak of life, beyond which life cannot rise. But the paradox of life is such that this ecstasy occurs when one is alive, and it appears as a total forgetfulness that one is alive.
• You cannot wait for inspiration, you have to go find it.
• Man is distinguished from other animals by being the only one who mistreats his female
• The function of the human being is to live, not to exist. I'm not going to waste my days trying to prolong them, I'm going to take advantage of my time.