"Because it was so beautiful at first, even the circumstance of my sleeping bag suddenly erupting feathers in the middle of the night as I turned over to sleep on, so I curse and have to get up and sew it by lamplight or in the morning it might b empty of feathers---And as I bend poor mother head over my needle and thread in the cabin, by the fresh fire and in the light of the kerosene lamp, here come those damned silent black wings flapping and throwing shadows all over my little home, the bloody bat's come in my house--trying to sew a poor patch on my crumbly sleeping bag (mostly ruined by my heaving to sweat out a fever inside of it in a hotel room in Mexico City in 1957 right after the gigantic earthquake..."
Perhaps the most widely recognized novel by Jack Kerouac, it remains one of the most popular books of this particular generation of authors
