"…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."

-Last sentence of On The Road
Posted on August 19th at 11:30 AM
Tagged as: Jack Kerouac. On The Road. Beatnik.

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