автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Martin Eden

Jack London

I guess I ain't up much on poetry, miss.

had driven him frantic.

dozed off to sleep

but with no trace of benevolence in his voice.

They had been studying about life from the books while he had been busy living life.

nooks and crannies.

come to the penitent form.

self-disparagement and abasement

smote him like a blow.

illimitable vistas of knowledge.