Highway 61 Revisited

Indian driving is a social dance. English driving is largely an essay in suburban anger management and getting nowhere fast. What Mr Toad called “the joy of the open road,” the Easy Rider thing, is purer fantasy. To do it you need the Great American virtues — a big country, abundant gasoline, optimism, almost autistic self-absorption, resilience and a childlike capacity for wonder. If you really believe no-one else matters, Mister Kerouac, there’s a whole life to be made of it...

Parson says a sinner will
perish in the
flames (O parson
says a
sinner will perish
in the flames
Yes Parson says a sinner
will perish in the flames)But
i reckon that's better
than freez-
ing

Everybody's dying to be
someone
else(O every
body's
dying to be some
one else
Yes everybody's dying
to be someone else)But
i'll live my life if
it kills
me

- e.e. cummings