Jack London

com­mis­er­at­ingly

wist­ful­ness

For what reason under the sun do men and women come together if not for the exchange of the best that is in them? And the best that is in them is what they are interested in, the thing by which they make their living, the thing they’ve specialized on and sat up days and nights over, and even dreamed about.

lodged only in his mind

amused glance that the other stole privily at him

not of the eart

in the upper walks of life.

"Ruth." It was a talisman, a magic word to conjure with. Each time he murmured it, her face shimmered before him, suffusing the foul wall with a golden radiance. This radiance did not stop at the wall. It extended on into infinity, and through its golden depths his soul went questing after hers. The best that was in him was out in splendid flood. The very thought of her ennobled and purified him, made him better, and made him want to be better.

Old long­ings no­madic leap,
Chaf­ing at cus­tom’s chain;
Again from its bru­mal sleep
Wak­ens the fer­ine strain.”

long grape ar­bors