The Jungle

by Upton Sinclair

And now was one to believe that there was nowhere a god of hogs, to whom this hog personality was precious, to whom these hog squeals and agonies had a meaning?

a horrible and nameless manner.

They must not give up what was right for a little money—if they did, the money would never do them any good, they could depend upon that.

and so she was always chasing the phantom of good health, and losing it because she was too poor to continue.

He was a genial freebooter, living off the enemy, without fear or shame. He was not always victorious, but then defeat did not mean annihilation, and need not break his spirit.

They were trying to save their souls—and who but a fool could fail to see that all that was the matter with their souls was that they had not been able to get a decent existence for their bodies? —

Antinous.

"It's a case of us or the other fellow, and I say the other fellow, every time," he observed. "Still," said Jurgis, reflectively, "he never did us any harm." "He was doing it to somebody as hard as he could, you can be sure of that," said his friend.

There is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything that he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind the bars, and the man is outside.

Not the elegant prince of our debauched and vicious art, not the jeweled idol of our society churches—but the Jesus of the awful reality, the man of sorrow and pain, the outcast, despised of the world, who had nowhere to lay his head—" "I will grant you Jesus," interrupted the other.