It makes me wonder how he can look at himself and not see the filthy creature he is. Three: I must have done something awful to end up in a situation like this. Here we are, all out of jobs. There is no way to get food and there is no way to pay rent. I am so unhappy. While I should be beaming because I am carrying a baby I can only think of the terrible burden it is going to be to take care of another human being in this situation. I look around and see Marija sick from blood poisoning. Teta isn't working and no one can find work because we are either too sick and Connor is scheming behind or backs to keep...

This makes me so depressed all I want to do is stay in bed. I have energy for nothing but crying. We are beggars. I am going to raise a beggar child who stands no chance for any kind of good life here. Here, where dreams are supposed to come true, we have seen nothing but heartache. This place has reduced us to nothing more than animals scurrying about trying to survive on crumbs we may find in the street. We are all animals in this jungle although sometimes I feel quite alone in the struggle.
Works Cited

Sinclair. The Jungle. New York: Signet Classics. 1906. Print.