Jack London Part 4: Frostbite, Fame, and the Korean Peninsula

Amongst the revolutionists, I found also warm faith in the human ardent idealism, sweetnesses of unselfishness, renunciation, and martyrdom, all the splendid stinging things of the spirit.

Here life was clean, noble, and alive.

I was in touch with great souls who exalted flesh and spirit over dollars and cents, and to whom The thin whale of the starved slum child meant more than all the pomp and circumstance of commercial expansion and world empire.

All about me were nobleness of purpose and heroism of effort, and my days and nights were sunshine and starshine, all fire and dew, with before my eyes, ever burning and blazing, the holy grail, Christ's only grail, the warm human, long-suffering and maltreated, but to be rescued and saved at last, unquote.

Now, disclosure, this comes two pages next to there, but I'm going to add this again.

Quote, such an army of revolution, 25 million strong, is a thing to make rulers and ruling classes pause and consider.

The cry of this army is no quarter.

We want all that you possess.

We will be content with nothing less than all that you possess.

We want in our hands nothing.

the reins of power and the destiny of mankind.

Here are our hands.

They are palaces and all your purpled ease away from you.

And in that day, you shall work for your bread, even as the peasant in the field or the starved and runty clerk in your metropolises.

Here are our hands.

They're very strong hands.

Unquote.

This comes from the fifth chapter of the novel, The Iron Heel by Jack London.