To crawl is piggish; but to not crawl, to be as the clod and rock, is loathsome to contemplate.

It is loathsome to the life that is in me, the very essence of which is movement, the power of movement, and the consciousness of the power of movement.

Life itself is unsatisfaction, but to look ahead to death is greater unsatisfaction." "You are worse off than Omar," I said.

"He, at least, after the customary agonizing of youth, found content and made of his materialism a joyous thing." "Who was Omar ?" Wolf Larsen asked, and I did no more work that day, nor the next, nor the next.
In his random reading he had never chanced upon the Rubaiyat, and it was to him like a great find of treasure.

Much I remembered, possibly two-thirds of the quatrains, and I managed to piece out the remainder without difficulty.