The Jungle | #8
So out of all this nightmare of horror there was borne a new vision, a new hope; there was a gleam of light in the midnight sky, and men cried out that it was a dawn.
Jim Blufftwat
The Jungle | #7
The whole country was a lie; its freedom was a lie, a snare for pauper workingmen; its prosperity was a lie of rich employers, its justice was a lie of grafting politicians.
The Jungle | #6
...but it seemed a shame that life was so very hard for poor people—there was no way they could keep alive in the world.
The Jungle | #5
All of these were sinister incidents, but none of them were so bad as some that Jurgis saw with his own eyes before long.
The Jungle | #4
Most persons would admit that it might prove a difficult matter to be sentimental in a language in which sob is known as a “gukcziojimas,” and a smile as a “nusiszypsojimas.”
The Jungle | #3
Relentless, remorseless, it was; all his protest, his screams, were nothing to it. It did its cruel will with him, as if his wishes, his feelings, had simply no existence at all; it cut his throat and watched him gasp out his life.
The Jungle | #2
Then, also, he made a map of the district, and in each block he put a black dot for every child that had died there in the past year; when he finished you would have said that his map had been made with a pepper cruet.
The Jungle | #1
By: Upton Sinclair, Originally published Feb. 25, 1905