The Lord survives the rainbow of His will.
Their monument sticks like a fishbone in the city's throat.
In the end, every hypochondriac is his own prophet.
The world is absolutely out of control now and is not going to be saved by any reason or unreason.
It's a completely powerful and serious book, as good as anything in prose or poetry written by a 'beat' writer, and one of the most alive books written by any American for years. I don't see how it could be considered immoral.
If youth is a defect, it is one we outgrow too soon.