Jack London,
The Cry for Justice: An Anthology of the Literature of Social Protest
“ I became a tramp, begging my way from door to door, wandering over the United States, and sweating bloody sweats in slums and prisons.I had been born in the working class, and I was now, at the age of eighteen, beneath the point at which I had started. I was down in the cellar of society, down in the subterranean depths of misery about which it is neither nice nor proper to speak. I was in the pit, the abyss, the human cesspool, the shambles and the charnel house of our civilization. This is the part of the edifice of society that society chooses to ignore. ”
