Jack Kerouac. Big Sur (№ 22242)

never have had to ask myself: "O, what torments me Lord?", so to be alone, to travel, to talk with the waiters, in fact, in Milan, Paris, just talk to waiters, hang out, not to impose more agony... It's time to reflect, to observe, to concentrate on the fact that after all this, the surface of the Earth, which we now know were covered with a layer of debris, as over a billion years - Yeah, so a little more solitude, go Back to childhood, just eat apples and read the Catechism, sitting on the curb of this hell, lit the hot spotlights of Hollywood.