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They had come down from the back mountains…to hold forth their hands for something they thought civilization could offer, and they never dreamed the sadness and the poor broken delusion of it. They didn't know that a bomb had come….
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We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell…across the night,eastward over the Plains, where somewhere an old man with white hair was probably walking toward us with the Word,and would arrive any minute and make us silent.
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It is a little-known fact that the American writer Jack Kerouac, one of the godfathers of 1960s counterculture, was also a painter whose works are now in the hands of two Swiss collectors.
Truman Capote, 1959.
all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it . . .
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I miss the mention of Ishmael in the classic editition (Penguin):
„So, leaving my big half-manuscript sitting on top of my desk … I left with my canvas bag … and took off for the Pacific Ocean with the fifty dollars in my pocket.
German: Urfassung.
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I could hear an indescribable seething roar which wasn't in my ear but everywhere and had nothing to do with sounds.
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I heard the sound of footsteps from the darkness beyond, and lo, a tall old man with flowing white hair came clomping by with a pack on his back, and when he saw me as he passed, he said, 'Go moan for man,' and clomped on back to his dark.
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Now wouldn’t it be fine if we could all get together and have a real going goofbang together with everybody sweet and fine and agreeable, no hassles, no infant rise of protest or body woes misconceptalized or sumpin?
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“What is he aching to do? What are we all aching to do? What do we want?' She didn't know….It was too much. Nobody could tell. Nobody would ever tell. It was all over.
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…had reached the point of ecstasy…across chronological time into timeless shadows…hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness…lotus-lands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven.
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…their souls really won't be at peace unless they can latch on to an established and proven worry…and all the time it all flies by them and they know it and that too worries them no end.
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…she had watched him clear across the county and back…as though she wanted to cut off his head and hide it in her closet, an envious and rueful love of him…a love she knew would never bear fruit because…she knew he was too mad.
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…I know by now the children must be crying…and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?
I looked up out of the dark swirl of my mind and I knew I was on a bed eight thousand feet above sea level, on a roof of the world, and I knew that I had lived a whole life and many others in the poor atomistic husk of my flesh, and I had all the dreams.
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'The Kerouac-Cassady friendship, with its many way stations in the American night, was yet another kind of pilgrimage: two men, traveling into each other, guided or misguided by love, as far as they could go.'
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“What is the meaning of this voyage to New York? What kind of sordid business are you on now? I mean, man, whither goest thou? Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?” Part 2.3
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Behind us lay the whole of America and everything Dean and I had previously known about life, and life on the road. We had finally found the magic land at the end of the road and we never dreamed the extent of the magic.
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