During his previous visit to Hawaii, at the height of his fame, Jack had learned to surf, to ride the waves that batter the island's golden shores. Ten years later, in 1916, the sands in front of his beloved Seaside Hotel have washed away. Razor-sharp coral is all that remains. Now his Pacific paradise soothes neither his body nor his brain.
-Alex Kershaw, Jack London: A Life
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