"In bed at night, warm and happy in my bag on the good bunk, I'd see my table and my clothes in the moonlight and feel, 'Poor Raymond boy, his day is so sorrowful and worried, his reasons are so ephemeral, it's such a haunted and pitiful thing to have to live' and on this I'd go to sleep like a lamb."
--Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums, 1958
Monday, April 26, 2010
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