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Jul. 30th, 2001 12:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorp"And what's wrong with New York?" Sheila's mother snapped up.
"Oh, nothin!" Slim pointed out the window. "Atlantic Ocean is got the Devil for the wind in the wintertime, and the Devil's son carries it down the streets so's a man can freeze to death in the doorway. God brought the sun over Manhattan Island, but the Devil's cousin won't let it in your window unless you got yourself a penthouse a mile high and you don't dass step out of it for a breath of air for fear you'll fall that mile, if you could afford a penthouse. You can go to work, but probably wind up havin two hours left to yourself after a eight-hour day made into twelve hours by subway, bus, elevated, tube, ferry, escalator, and elevator and waitin in between, it's so big and hopeless town. Ain't nothin wrong with New York, nope. Go around the corner to see your friend after supper, see if he's there or ten miles downtown wishin he could see you. Try to have an ensemble evenin when your pockets are empty, like any country boy, and the man'll look for a blackjack in your pants."
(Jack Kerouac, Pic, 1971)
"Oh, nothin!" Slim pointed out the window. "Atlantic Ocean is got the Devil for the wind in the wintertime, and the Devil's son carries it down the streets so's a man can freeze to death in the doorway. God brought the sun over Manhattan Island, but the Devil's cousin won't let it in your window unless you got yourself a penthouse a mile high and you don't dass step out of it for a breath of air for fear you'll fall that mile, if you could afford a penthouse. You can go to work, but probably wind up havin two hours left to yourself after a eight-hour day made into twelve hours by subway, bus, elevated, tube, ferry, escalator, and elevator and waitin in between, it's so big and hopeless town. Ain't nothin wrong with New York, nope. Go around the corner to see your friend after supper, see if he's there or ten miles downtown wishin he could see you. Try to have an ensemble evenin when your pockets are empty, like any country boy, and the man'll look for a blackjack in your pants."
(Jack Kerouac, Pic, 1971)
