- WORK was his fortress
- 9.10.04 21:17
- Mans darbs, mana pils. Grāmatā iznākušas Džeka Keruaka jaunības (nu viņš jau vispābā nekad nasanāca nekāds vecais) dienasgrāmatas. Es pat nezinu, kāpēc, bet uzreiz kaut kā ļoti sagribējās lasīt.
"2,500-words today in a few hours. This may be it -- freedom. And mastery! -- so long denied me in my long mournful years of work, blind powerful work."
"Tonight I'm going to write greatly and love greatly and strangle this folly. I'm catching these damnable changes of purpose in the flesh, red-handed, and throwing them to the winds, just like that."
"Did 17 pages, batting .329 -- and I swear to God that I'll never be finished with this thing."
In the face of such portentous oracular whispers, it's a wonder that Kerouac kept his mental balance. - 0 piezīmesvieta jūsu piezīmēm
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