A man with a club [bat] is a law-maker, a man to be obeyed, but not necessarily conciliated.
There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetf...
But he is not always alone. When the long winter nights come on and the wolves follow their meat into the lower valleys, he may be seen running at the head of the pack through the pale moonlight or glimmering borealis, leaping gigantic above his fell...
…and from that moment Buck hated him with a bitter and deathless hatred.
He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exulta...
The dominant primordial beast was strong in Buck
He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time.
