Jack London. Love of life (№ 284799)

He had not eaten anything for two days, but for even longer he has eaten his fill. And then he stooped, plucked a pale bog berries, put them into his mouth, chewed and swallowed. The berries were watery and melted quickly in my mouth-I could only bitter hard seed. He knew that they will not be satisfied, but still patiently chewed, because hope doesn't want to reckon with the experience.