I could hear Dean, blissful and blabbering and frantically rocking. Only a guy who's spent five years in jail can go to such maniacal helpless extremes; beseeching at the portals of the soft source, mad with a completely phsycial realization of the origins of life-bliss; blindly seeking to return the way he came
Jack KerouacYeah," I said, "but you're an artist. You don't believe in decency and honesty and gratitude. Where shall we eat?
Jack Kerouac