“You stand on dead men's legs. You've never had any of your own. You couldn't walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly”

—  Jack London , book The Sea-Wolf

Source: The Sea Wolf

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American author, journalist, and social activist 1876–1916

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