Character: Sal Paradise

... the whole country is an oyster that can be opened; and inside a pearl, inside a pearl.

Excitement flew out of his eyes with blades of devilish light. He arched his neck in spasms of ecstasy. He could hardly squeeze out a word, so excited his life.

But why think about it, when all the golden land is ahead, and all sorts of unforeseen events are lurking, only to surprise you and delight that you are generally alive and see them.

Is it not true that you start life as a glorious child who believes in everything that is under the roof of his father's house? And then comes the day of Laodicea, when you find out that you are sir, wretched, poor, blind and nag, and with the harei of a disgusting upset ghost, shuddering, you go through the nightmare of life.

Something, someone, some spirit pursued all of us in the desert of life and will inevitably intercept us before we reach heaven. Naturally, now, looking around, I can only say one thing: that was death; death will overtake us before the very heavens. The only thing we crave while we live, which makes us sigh, groan and vomit sweetly in every possible way - the memory of some lost bliss, which we probably experienced in the womb, and it can only be reproduced (although we do not want to allow this in any way) in death. But who wants to die? In the tumult of events, I kept thinking about it somewhere in the very depths of my mind. I told Dinu about this, and he immediately recognized here the usual desire for pure death; and since none of us will live anew in life, he quite rightly did not want to have anything to do with this, and I agreed with him that time.

I loved her in the sweetness of this tired morning. Then, like two weary angels, forgotten somewhere on the shelf of Los Angeles, finding together the closest and most delightful in life, we fell asleep and slept almost until the evening.

Rage splashed out of his eyes when he talked about what he hated; it was replaced by a great radiance of joy, when suddenly he became happy; every muscle twitched with impatience to live and move.

My mind was full of this great song - "Beloved" as Billie Holiday sings it; in the bushes I gave myself my concert. "You will dry my tears, loving, whisper in silence:" How did I live without you? .. " in a wonderful harmonious melody and in the way Billy sings - as if gently fingering his lover's hair in the soft light of a lamp.

I swore incessantly. He raised his eyes to the dark skies and prayed to God to send me a better share in life, a better chance to do something for those little people whom he loved. But no one there paid any attention to me. I have nothing to ask, too.

Ah, what a beautiful night it was, a warm night, just like drinking wine, a dreamy moonlit night; night cuddle with your girl, chat, spit and head for the seventh heaven.