red-brute

Updated: December 31, 2025

Ay, and in the purple of it I grasped the ethic, which was the stuff of the fabric of which it was builded. It was the sacred trust of the seed, the bequest of duty handed down from all ancestors. And I flamed more coldly. It was not red-brute anger. It was intellectual.

Jack London - The Mutiny of the Elsinore