The JungleThe Floating Press, 1 janv. 2009 - 653 pages Upton Sinclair's The Jungle is a novel portraying the corruption of the American meat industry in the early part of the twentieth century. The dismal living and working conditions and sense of hopelessness prevalent among the impoverished workers is compared to the corruption of the rich. Upton aimed to make such "wage slavery" issues center-stage in the minds of the American public. Despite already being serialized, it was rejected as a novel five times before being published in 1906, when it quickly became a bestseller. |
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... build their lives, with it that they have to utter their souls. And this is their utterance, merry and boisterous, or mournful and wailing, or passionate and rebellious, this music is their music, music of home. It stretches out its ...
... build their lives, with it that they have to utter their souls. And this is their utterance, merry and boisterous, or mournful and wailing, or passionate and rebellious, this music is their music, music of home. It stretches out its ...
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... build. She works in a canning factory, and all day long she handles cans of beef that weigh fourteen pounds. She has a broad Slavic face, with prominent red cheeks. When she opens her mouth, it is tragical, but you cannot help thinking ...
... build. She works in a canning factory, and all day long she handles cans of beef that weigh fourteen pounds. She has a broad Slavic face, with prominent red cheeks. When she opens her mouth, it is tragical, but you cannot help thinking ...
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... buildings towering in the distance, unable to realize that they had arrived, and why, when they said "Chicago," people no longer pointed in some direction, but instead looked perplexed, or laughed, or went on without paying any ...
... buildings towering in the distance, unable to realize that they had arrived, and why, when they said "Chicago," people no longer pointed in some direction, but instead looked perplexed, or laughed, or went on without paying any ...
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... buildings. Down every side street they could see, it was the same—never a hill and never a hollow, but always the same ... building with innumerable windows in it, and immense volumes of smoke pouring from the chimneys, darkening the air ...
... buildings. Down every side street they could see, it was the same—never a hill and never a hollow, but always the same ... building with innumerable windows in it, and immense volumes of smoke pouring from the chimneys, darkening the air ...
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... buildings, touching the very sky—and leaping from them half a dozen columns of smoke, thick, oily, and black as night. It might have come from the center of the world, this smoke, where the fires of the ages still smolder. It came as if ...
... buildings, touching the very sky—and leaping from them half a dozen columns of smoke, thick, oily, and black as night. It might have come from the center of the world, this smoke, where the fires of the ages still smolder. It came as if ...
Table des matières
Chapter 18 | 317 |
Chapter 19 | 338 |
Chapter 20 | 358 |
Chapter 21 | 376 |
Chapter 22 | 393 |
Chapter 23 | 413 |
Chapter 24 | 431 |
Chapter 25 | 456 |
Chapter 9 | 167 |
Chapter 10 | 182 |
Chapter 11 | 199 |
Chapter 12 | 216 |
Chapter 13 | 229 |
Chapter 14 | 243 |
Chapter 15 | 256 |
Chapter 16 | 281 |
Chapter 17 | 297 |
Chapter 26 | 494 |
Chapter 27 | 525 |
Chapter 28 | 553 |
Chapter 29 | 580 |
Chapter 30 | 596 |
Chapter 31 | 619 |
Endnotes | 651 |
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