Jack London. Sea wolf (№ 294196)

- Eh, does not make you understand, not trying to tell you that this thing is life! Of course, it has the price just for herself. And I can tell you that my life is now very valuable... to me. Her right no price, although you will say that I am very overrated. But what can you do, my life determines his worth.
You see, I now have an amazing uplifting spirit. Like all times sound in me and all the powers belong to me. Like I opened the truth, and I can distinguish good from evil, truth from falsehood, and the eyes penetrate the distance. I'm almost ready to believe in God. But his voice changed and face darkened, why I'm in this state? From this joy of life? It is a hymn to life? This - let's call it so - an upgrade? All of this is simply from a good digestion, when a person's stomach in order, the healthy appetite and the entire body works well. It is the fermentation of yeast, champagne in the blood, is a fraud, a SOP, which throws us life, inspiring one high thoughts, and forcing others to see God or to create it if they can't see him. That's it: intoxication life, bubbling sourdough, senseless joy of life, drugged consciousness, she wanders, she's alive. But alas! Tomorrow I'll pay for it tomorrow I like binge drinkers, comes the hangover. Tomorrow I will remember that should I die and probably will die in the voyage; that I will cease to wander in itself, be a part of the fermentation of the sea; that I will rot; that I shall be a carrion; the strength of my muscles will go into the fins and scales of fishes. Alas! The champagne's flat. The entire game is gone from it, and it lost its taste.