Jack London. Martin Eden (№ 254349)

To serve only the Beauty. Serve it - and to hell with the crowd! The joy of the poet in the works, but not in the subsequent success achieved. Don't argue with me. I know. And you know it. You are wounded beauty. This is an open wound, an incurable disease, a red-hot knife in the heart. What you flirt with magazines? Let your purpose will be only one Beauty.