Book: Sea wolf

"I could extract this person from the works of Spencer?" - I thought. Well enough remembering the teachings of this philosopher, I know that altruism is the basis of his ideal of human behavior. Obviously, Wolf Larsen took from his teachings that met his own needs and desires and rejecting everything that seemed to him superfluous.
_ What else you've learned? - I asked.
He frowned, apparently choosing his words to Express his thoughts, remaining still not expressed. I felt uplifted. Now I tried to penetrate to his soul, just as he was accustomed to penetrate into the souls of others. I researched a virgin area. And strange - strange and frightening - sight has opened my eyes.
- In short, "he began," Spencer says, first of all a man should care about their own welfare. To do so morally good. Then, he must act for the benefit of their children. And third, it needs to take care of the welfare of mankind.
- But the highest, the most reasonable and correct course of action, 'said I,' will be when people care of themselves and their children, and all mankind.
I would not say, he replied. - I do not see any need or common sense. I rule mankind and children. For their sake, I no received would. This is all slobbery nonsense - at least for someone who doesn't believe in an afterlife, and you owe it to yourself to understand. I believe in immortality, altruism would have been for me a profitable occupation. I would God knows how to exalt his soul. But, not seeing ahead nothing is eternal except death, and having at its disposal only a short time while I move and roam the yeast called life, I would do immoral, bringing any kind of sacrifice. Every sacrifice. which would deprive me of a moment of fermentation, would be not only stupid, but immoral in itself. I should not lose anything, must the best possible use of leaven. Will I have to sacrifice or will to care only about themselves at that period I measured while I make a particle of yeast and crawling on the ground after waiting for me an eternal immobility would be neither easier nor harder.
In this case, you are an individualist, a materialist, and hedonist.

Anyway, I ran to his cabin for a book and read him the "cloak of Caliban" aloud. He was delighted. This simplistic view of things and the primitive mode of reasoning was quite accessible to his understanding. From time to time he inserted comments and criticized the shortcomings of the poem. When I finished, he made me count his poem a second and third time, and then we got into a dispute about philosophy, science, evolution, religion. His reasoning was distinguished by the inaccuracy inherent in the self-taught, and peremptory directness inherent in the primitive mind. But in the most primitive of its judgments was a force and its primitive materialism was far more convincing than the subtle and intricate materialist constructions of Charlie Paraceta. This I do not say that he persuaded me, or hardened, as expressed Farasat, "natural born" idealist. But Wolf Larsen stormed the foundations of my faith with such force, which involuntarily inspired respect, though I could not shake.

- 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.

I am the wind, dear sailors,
I'm fresh, powerful.
They watch in heaven
My years among the clouds.
And I run for the ship
Rather dog.
I lick night and day
All the sails.

Southern stars glitter on the light, astern the silvery trail
As a way to the sky.
Keel vreset the foam of the waves, the sail level wind full.
Keith crushes the sparkling waters.
Tackle Shine with dew in the morning,
The sun dries the covering boards.
Before us is a path, a path familiar to us,
- The way South, old friend, it is for us ever new!

After all, the person acting in obedience to his desires.

But the man is to learn to shoot him and pulls the beat right on target.

To disturb their soul can be stronger only if you climb up to them in his pocket.

The conversation touched on the Lucifer from the poem Milton, and the acuteness of the analysis which gave this image of Wolf Larsen, and the brilliance of some of his descriptions show that he ruined a definite talent. I involuntarily came to mind Ten, although I knew that Larsen never read this brilliant but dangerous thinker.
- He led the fight for the cause, doomed to failure, and not afraid of the thunders of heaven, said Larsen. - Cast down to hell, he was not broken. He took a third of angels rebelled against the person of God and generations of people were attracted to his side and doomed to hell. Why was he expelled from Paradise? Was he less brave, less proud, less great in their intentions than the Lord God? No! A thousand times no! But God was more powerful. How is it said? "He got lifted up by the force of thunders". But Lucifer is a free spirit. For him to serve was tantamount to death. He chose suffering and the freedom of carefree life and slavery. He didn't want to serve God. He never wanted to serve. He wasn't legless figure like the one that adorns the nose of my ship. He stood on his own feet. It was a person!
- He was the first anarchist, was download Mod, getting up and heading to his cabin.
Means to be an anarchist well! cried Wolf Larsen.
He too rose and stood before her at the door to her quarters, recited:
... At least here
Free will. We are here God will not
Envy and us he will not cast out.
Here we will rule. And though in hell,
But still the rule stands, for it is better
To reign in hell than to be a slave in heaven.

There is hardly in the world a spectacle more horrible than the sight of a strong man in a moment of extreme weakness and despondency.

... The soul expresses itself through the body, and that the sight, smell, touch favorite hair - exactly the same as the light of her eyes or the words coming from her lips, are the voice, the breath, the essence of her soul. After all, the spirit in its purest form - something intangible, incomprehensible, and only guessable and can't Express himself through himself.

The wind fanned the fire, and he flashes a hot flame. Desire like fire. The contemplation of the object of desire, the new alluring description of his new comprehension of this subject incite desire, just as the wind blows the fire. And herein lies the temptation. This is the wind that blows the desire until it breaks out in flames and not consumed with the person. That's what seduction! Sometimes he's not strong enough to make the desire of devouring, but if it is at least to some extent, fueling desire, it's still a temptation. And, as you say, it may tempt for good as well as evil.

You see, I too sometimes find myself wanting to be blind to the facts of life and to live with illusions and fictions. They are false, utterly false, they are contrary to common sense. And despite this, my mind tells me that the greatest pleasure in life is to dream and live illusions, even though they are false. But in the end, all enjoyment is our only reward in life. Don't be pleasure - shouldn't live. To take the trouble to live and nothing in life is not to - Yes, it's worse than being a corpse. Who more enjoys, and he lives more fully, and you all your fancies and fantasies grieve less and entertain more than me - my facts.

... Who steals my purse steals my right to life. The old adage inside out... Because he steals my bread, and my piece of meat, and my bed, and thereby endangering my life. You know that soup and bread are handed out free to the poor, enough not at all hungry, and when you have an empty wallet, it remains nothing how to die a dog's death... if it is not contrived in some way quickly your wallet to fill up.