And yet another excerpt from On The Road by Jack Kerouac, ©1955:
I brought Lucille and her sister to the biggest party. When Lucille saw me with Dean and Marylou her face darkened– she sensed the madness they put in me.
“I don’t like you when you’re with them.”
“Ah, it’s all right, it’s just for kicks. We only live once. We’re having a good time.
“No, it’s sad and I don’t like it.”
I’ve read this book several times, and obviously the book hasn’t changed so it must be that something in me has.
This time I agree with Lucille.