And This Is The Way A Novel

...but I Preferred Reading The American Landscape As We Went Along. Every Bump, Rise, And Stretch In It Mystified My Longing.

The Truth Of The Matter Is We Don't Understand Our Women; We Blame On Them And It's All Our Fault.

We Turned At A Dozen Paces, For Love Is A Duel, And Looked At Each Other For The Last Time.

But Yet, But Yet, Woe, Woe Unto Those Who Think That The Beat Generation Means Crime, Delinquency, Immorality, Amorality ... Woe Unto Those Who Attack It On The Grounds That They Simply Don't Understand History And The Yearning Of Human Souls ... Woe In Fact Unto Those Who Make Evil Movies About The Beat Generation Where Innocent Housewives Are Raped By Beatniks! ... Woe Unto Those Who Spit On The Beat Generation, The Wind'll Blow It Back.

That's The Story Of My Life Rich Or Poor And Mostly Poor And Truly Poor.