The JungleThe Floating Press, 1 janv. 2009 - 652 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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... morning, for his third of the total income of one dollar per hour. Before the feast has been five minutes under way, Tamoszius Kuszleika has risen in his excitement; a minute or two more and you see that he is beginning to edge over ...
... morning, for his third of the total income of one dollar per hour. Before the feast has been five minutes under way, Tamoszius Kuszleika has risen in his excitement; a minute or two more and you see that he is beginning to edge over ...
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... for three months and once for nearly seven. The last time, too, he lost his job, and that meant six weeks more of standing at the doors of the packing houses, at six o'clock on bitter winter mornings, with a foot of snow on the ground 22.
... for three months and once for nearly seven. The last time, too, he lost his job, and that meant six weeks more of standing at the doors of the packing houses, at six o'clock on bitter winter mornings, with a foot of snow on the ground 22.
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Upton Sinclair. winter mornings, with a foot of snow on the ground and more in the air. There are learned people who can tell you out of the statistics that beef-boners make forty cents an hour, but, perhaps, these people have never ...
Upton Sinclair. winter mornings, with a foot of snow on the ground and more in the air. There are learned people who can tell you out of the statistics that beef-boners make forty cents an hour, but, perhaps, these people have never ...
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... morning until late at night, in ice-cold cellars with a quarter of an inch of water on the floor—men who for six or seven months in the year never see the sunlight from Sunday afternoon till the next Sunday moming— and who cannot earn ...
... morning until late at night, in ice-cold cellars with a quarter of an inch of water on the floor—men who for six or seven months in the year never see the sunlight from Sunday afternoon till the next Sunday moming— and who cannot earn ...
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... morning, and they have danced out all their joy, and danced out all their strength, and all the strength that unlimited drink can lend them— and still there is no one among them who has the power to think of stopping. Promptly at seven ...
... morning, and they have danced out all their joy, and danced out all their strength, and all the strength that unlimited drink can lend them— and still there is no one among them who has the power to think of stopping. Promptly at seven ...
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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