nietzscheman

Updated: June 1, 2025

She tore herself from him suddenly and ran up the steps. He felt a quick moisture in his eyes. "Martin Eden," he communed. "You're not a brute, and you're a damn poor Nietzscheman. You'd marry her if you could and fill her quivering heart full with happiness. But you can't, you can't. And it's a damn shame." "'A poor old tramp explains his poor old ulcers," he muttered, remembering his Henly.

Jack London - Martin Eden