Retracing Jack Kerouac

‘… and not only that, the blue sea behind the crashing high waves is full of huge black rocks rising like ogresome castles dripping wet slime, a billion years of woe right there, the moogrus big chunk of it right there with its sleverous lips of foam at the base – so that you emerge from pleasant little wood paths with a stem of grass in your teeth and drop it to see doom.’

Jack Kerouac – Big Sur