When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices, the dear voices of everybody he had known, were crying: "Peter, Peter! Where are you going, Peter?" And a big soft gust of rain came down. He put up the collar of his jacket, and bowed his head, and hurried along.
Jack KerouacWe were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.
Jack Kerouac