Love of Life, by Jack London

Jack London

Ever wonder why you bother to get up in the morning, and keep on in that daily grind whose meaning becomes less and less clear by the hour, “to the last syllable of recorded time”? If you’re one of the many people who feel this way about modern life, this stark tale of survival by Jack London might help put things back into perspective. If it doesn’t, I don’t know what else will.

Love of Life, by Jack London {52:12}

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