“He is the main influence on the writing of Henry Miller, by the way, that modern flamboyant tone of knocking the chip off the shoulder of horror, that sincere agony, that redeeming shrug and laugh… The political crisis of our time is no more important than the Turkish crisis of 1822, when William Blake was writing about the Lamb. In the long run, men will only remember the Lamb. Camus would have had us turn literature into mere propaganda, with his “commitment” talk. I only remember Robinson…I only remember the Doctor micturating in Seine at dawn…Myself I’m only an ex-sailor, I have no politics, I don’t even vote. Adieu, pauvre suffrant, mon docteur.” Jack Kerouac, Notes on Celine
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