In The Jungle, Life And Food Depend

We Never Pay Anyone Dane-geld, No Matter How Trifling The Cost; For The End Of That Game Is Oppression And Shame, And The Nation That Plays It Is Lost!

Now This Is The Law Of The Jungle -- As Old And As True As The Sky; And The Wolf That Shall Keep It May Prosper, But The Wolf That Shall Break It Must Die. As The Creeper That Girdles The Tree-trunk The Law Runneth Forward And Back -- For The Strength Of The Pack Is The Wolf, And The Strength Of The Wolf Is The Pack.

Yet There Be Certain Times In A Young Man’s Life, When, Through Great Sorrow Or Sin, All The Boy In Him Is Burnt And Seared Away So That He Passes At One Step To The More Sorrowful State Of Manhood

Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Set Us To Work Anew.

The Masterless Man . . . Afflicted With The Magic Of The Necessary Words. . . . Words That May Become Alive And Walk Up And Down In The Hearts Of The Hearers.