I finally got through the boring introduction and plunged into the first words of Jack Kerouac in his On the road.
It is great from the beginning!
“But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, made to talk, made to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn burn burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!'”
Maybe Jack Kerouac needed the benzedrine to get to that point, but I’m going to try with powder snow these next days.