Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Thanks, Jack

Speaking of "On the Road," which turned 50 this week: an homage, borrowed from that breathless book itself:

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!' "


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