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.