“ The middle class non entity which usually finds its perfect expression on the outskirts of the campus rows of well-to-do houses with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japies of the world go prowling in the wilderness to hear the voice crying in the wilderness, to find the ecstasy of the stars, to find the dark mysterious secret of the origin of faceless wondeless crapulous civilisation
— Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
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