Like had been replaced by love. And love was the plummet dropped down into the deeps of him where like had never gone. And responsive out of his deeps had come the new thing—love. That which was given unto him did he return. This was a god indeed, a love–god, a warm and radiant god, in whose light White Fang's nature expanded as a flower expands under the sun.
Jack LondonAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: January 12, 1876
- Died: November 22, 1916