The Sea Wolf(海狼)

The Sea Wolf(海狼)

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Chronicles the voyages of a ship run by the ruthless Wolf Larsen, among the greatest of London's characters, and spokesman for an extreme individualism London intended to critique.This is a public domain book converted by anonymous volunteers and you may find it for free on the web.This work is respectfully inscribed by the author.

杰克·伦敦

美国20世纪著名现实主义作家。他出身于美国旧金山的一个破产农民家庭。从1900年起,他连续发表和出版了许多小说,讲述美国下层人民的生活故事,揭露资本主义社会的罪恶。他的作品大都带有浓厚的社会主义和个人主义色彩,因此有人认为他是宣扬社会主义的作家,也有人认为他是表现个人主义和民众哲学的自然主义作家。他的作品在全世界都广为流传,是最受中国读者欢迎的外国作家之一。他一生著述颇丰,留下了19部长篇小说、150多篇短篇小说以及大量文学报告集、散文集和论文,最著名的有《马丁·伊登》、《野性的呼唤》、《白牙》、《热爱生命》、《海狼》、《铁蹄》等小说。他是世界文学史上最早的商业作家之一,因此被誉为商业作家的先锋。

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  1. "Do you know the only value life has is what life puts upon itself? And it is of course over-estimated since it is of necessity prejudiced in its own favour. Take that man I had aloft. He held on as if he were a precious thing, a treasure beyond diamonds or rubies. To you? No. To me? Not at all. To himself? Yes. But I do not accept his estimate. He sadly overrates himself. There is plenty more life demanding to be born. Had he fallen and dripped his brains upon the deck like honey from the comb, there would have been no loss to the world. He was worth nothing to the world. The supply is too large. To himself only was he of value, and to show how fictitious even this value was, being dead he is unconscious that he has lost himself. He alone rated himself beyond diamonds and rubies. Diamonds and rubies are gone, spread out on the deck to be washed away by a bucket of sea- water, and he does not even know that the diamonds and rubies are gone. He does not lose anything, for with the loss of himself he loses the kno6 人
  2. ontinents. Life? Bah! It has no value. Of cheap things it is t4 人
  3. t out with a lavish hand. Where there is room for one life, she sows a thousand lives, and it's life eats life till the strongest and most piggish4 人
  4. "I believe that life is a mess," he answered promptly. "It is like yeast, a ferment, a thing that moves and may move for a minute, an hour, a year, or a hundred years, but that in the end will cease to move. The big eat the little that they may continue to move, the strong eat the weak that they may retain their strength. The lucky eat the most and move the longest, that is all. What do you make of those th2 人
  5. "We were talking about this yesterday," he said. "I held that life was a ferment, a yeasty something which devoured life that it might live, and that living was merely successful piggishness. Why, if there is anything in supply and demand, life is the cheapest thing in the world. There is only so much water, so much earth, so much air; but the life that is demanding to be born is limitless. Nature is a spendt2 人
  6. "Ah, I cannot get you to understand, cannot drive it into your head, what a thing this life is. Of course life is valueless, except to itself. And I can tell you that my life is pretty valuable just now—to myself. It is beyond price, which you will acknowledge is a terrific overrating, but whi2 人

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