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Jack London

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I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
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The Bulletin, San Francisco, California, December 2, 1916, part 2, p. 1.
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Also included in Jack London’s Tales of Adventure, ed. Irving Shepard, Introduction, p. vii (1956)

 
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