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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: "Life's a skin-game," he was fond of repeating, and on this one
note he rang the changes. "I never had half a chance," he
complained. "I was faked in my birth and flim-flammed with my
mother's milk. The dice were loaded when she tossed the box, and
I was born to prove the loss. But that was no reason she should
blame me for it, and look on me as a cold deck; but she did--ay,
she did. Why didn't she give me a show? Why didn't the world?
Why did I go broke in Seattle? Why did I take the steerage, and
live like a hog to Nome? Why did I go to the El Dorado? I was
heading for Big Pete's and only went for matches. Why didn't I
have matches? Why did I want to smoke? Don't you see? All
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