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Jack London

The Scarlet Plague

  • cattybuhas quoted6 years ago
    There were four hundred of us, and individuals had to be sacrificed.
  • cattybuhas quoted6 years ago
    While the world crashed to ruin about them and all the air was filled with the smoke of its burning, these low creatures gave rein to their bestiality and fought and drank and died. And after all, what did it matter? Everybody died anyway, the good and the bad, the efficients and the weaklings, those that loved to live and those that scorned to live. They passed. Everything passed.
  • cattybuhas quoted6 years ago
    rapid reports of an automatic pistol
  • cattybuhas quoted6 years ago
    How do you know anything you can't see?"
    "A good question, a very good question, Hoo-Hoo.
  • Veronika Insomniahas quoted6 years ago
    Hare-Lip rubbed his bullet head reminiscently, and the boys returned to the old man, who was maundering ecstatically about Vesta, the squaw of the founder of the Chauffeur Tribe.
  • Veronika Insomniahas quoted6 years ago
    "—Bill—that was it; Bill, the Chauffeur. That was his name.
  • Veronika Insomniahas quoted6 years ago
    nd so I say to you that you cannot understand the awfulness of the situation. The Chauffeur was a servant, understand, a servant. And he cringed, with bowed head, to such as she. She was a lord of life, both by birth and by marriage. The destinies of millions, such as he, she carried in the hollow of her pink-white hand. And, in the days before the plague, the slightest contact with such as he would have been pollution. Oh, I have seen it. Once, I remember, there was Mrs. Goldwin, wife of one of the great magnates. It was on a landing stage, just as she was embarking in her private dirigible, that she dropped her parasol. A servant picked it up and made the mistake of handing it to her—to her, one of the greatest royal ladies of the land! She shrank back, as though he were a leper, and indicated her secretary to receive it. Also, she ordered her secretary to ascertain the creature's name and to see that he was immediately discharged from service. And such a woman was Vesta Van Warden. And her the Chauffeur beat and made his slave.
  • Veronika Insomniahas quoted6 years ago
    All things pass.
  • Veronika Insomniahas quoted6 years ago
    Only remain cosmic force and matter, ever in flux, ever acting and reacting and realizing the eternal types—the priest, the soldier, and the king.
  • Veronika Insomniahas quoted6 years ago
    the midst of our civilization, down in our slums and labor-ghettos, we had bred a race of barbarians, of savages; and now, in the time of our calamity, they turned upon us like the wild beasts they were and destroyed us. And they destroyed themselves as well.
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