CONTENTS
On the road
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Author: Kerouac Jack
Year: 1957
So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and In Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and fold the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty, the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.
Dean got a table, bought drinks, and sat stiffly in front of Slim [Gaillard]. Slim dreamed over his head. Every time Slim said "Orooni" Dean said "Yes!" I sat there with these two madmen. Nothing happened.
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