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February 02, 2006


"His dead fingers would neither touch nor clutch. He was very careful. He drove the thought of his freezing feet, and nose, and cheeks, out of his mind, devoting his whole soul to the matches."

There were times while I was reading London's story, especially towards the end, when I actually cringed at the very thought of being in this man's position. I wouldn't wish being stuck in the artic on anyone, but I think the man was very stupid for going out into the cold. He mentioned earlier it was his first winter. I don't know what he was thinking by traveling alone. In the middle of the story, the man actually got cocky and said the Sulphur Creek man was womanly by being so cautious about the extreme cold.

Posted by AmandaNichols at February 2, 2006 03:50 PM

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