'In the dark theater Lee could feel his body pull toward Allerton, an amoeboid protoplasmic projection, straining with a blind worm hunger to enter the other's body, to breathe with his lungs, see with his eyes, learn the feel of his viscera and genitals. Allerton shifted in his seat. Lee felt a sharp twinge, a strain or dislocation of the spirit. His eyes ache. He took off his glasses and ran his hand over his closed eyes.'

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There's nothing restful about reading the Beat Generation.
No slow-going.
No generous pauses.
No room to breathe.
And it's glorious.