1 So, as the wheel turned, a hog was suddenly jerked off his feet and borne aloft.
2 The people of Packingtown had borne about all that they would bear, and it looked as if a strike might begin any week.
3 Thus one might stand and see appear, miraculously born from the machine, a wriggling snake of sausage of incredible length.
4 When little Antanas was born he had been at work, and had known nothing about it until it was over; and now he was not to be controlled.
5 He could not think at all, he was stunned; yet he knew that in the mighty upheaval that had taken place in his soul, a new man had been born.
6 In the end, when the silence and suspense were no longer to be borne, he got up and hammered on the door; and the proprietor came, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
7 Red cattle, black, white, and yellow cattle; old cattle and young cattle; great bellowing bulls and little calves not an hour born; meek-eyed milch cows and fierce, long-horned Texas steers.
8 It would come, and it would come; a grisly thing, a specter born in the black caverns of terror; a power primeval, cosmic, shadowing the tortures of the lost souls flung out to chaos and destruction.
9 He stretched out his arms to her, he called her in wild despair; a fearful yearning surged up in him, hunger for her that was agony, desire that was a new being born within him, tearing his heartstrings, torturing him.
10 Into this wild-beast tangle these men had been born without their consent, they had taken part in it because they could not help it; that they were in jail was no disgrace to them, for the game had never been fair, the dice were loaded.