They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.


The Bodley Head Jack London (ed. 1963)


They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.

They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.

They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.

They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.