Quotation from: The Little Lady of the Big House

Written by: Jack London

"No. Because you were luckier--I mean by birth, by possession of
constitution and stamina. Why, Dick buried his three mates and two
engineers at Guayaquil. Yellow fever. Why didn't the yellow fever
germ, or whatever it is, kill Dick? And the same with you, Mr. Broad-
shouldered Deep-chested Graham. In this last trip of yours, why didn't
you die in the swamps instead of your photographer? Come. Confess. How
heavy was he? How broad were his shoulders? How deep his chest?--wide
his nostrils?--tough his resistance?"