It's incredible and incredibly sad to think that Jack London died at the young age of 40, in illness and physical pain. One can only wonder what he could have written if he had another 20 or 30 years, for many authors produced their deepest works in maturity, rather than in youth. But he lived a rich life of travel and adventure -- far outpacing most of us 21st century people. He went to the Yukon, Japan, and Australia -- what is our contemporary equivalent in terms of difficulty? Going to the the Antarctica?

I'm only thankful that he left us many stories to enjoy.