The Star Rover (The Jacket) [with Biographical Introduction]

by Jack London

And now to the stupid, silly, melodramatic

given me the cross. He's lifted the plant and

We know life only phenomenally, as a savage may know a dynamo; but we know nothing of life noumenonally, nothing of the nature of the intrinsic stuff of life.

ever working my will and wreaking my passion on the cloddy aggregates of matter, called bodies, which

There is nothing permanent but mind. Matter fluxes, crystallizes, and fluxes again, and forms are never repeated. Forms disintegrate into the eternal nothingness from which there is no return. Form

back to Miriam: "You are hard on a man you have said yourself is without evil." "I am hard upon the evil that will come of him if

human evolution, the philosophic mind should look upon humanity as one man, and not as a conglomeration of individuals."

Her feet are beautiful, her eyes are beautiful, her arms and breasts are paradise, her charm is potent beyond all charm that has ever dazzled men; and, as the pole willy-nilly draws the needle, just so, willy-nilly, does she draw men. Woman has made me laugh at

slew Professor Haskell in the laboratory at the University

There is no death. Life is spirit, and spirit cannot die. Only