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He knows that there's no better way in the world to aggravate somebody who's trying to make it hard for you than by acting like you're not bothered.
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one-flew-over-the-cuckoo-s-nest
bother
ken-kesey
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Ken Kesey |
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You're making sense, old man, a sense of your own. You're not crazy the way they think. Yes...I see...
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one-flew-over-the-cuckoo-s-nest
ken-kesey
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Ken Kesey |
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"Everything was becoming allegorical, understood by the group mind, and especially this: "You're either on the bus...or off the bus." --
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ken-kesey
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Tom Wolfe |
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"Everything was becoming allegorical, understood by the group mind, and especially this: "You're either on the bus...or off the bus."
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ken-kesey
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Tom Wolfe |
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I realized Jack [Kerouac] was deeply committed to writing. Kesey was just as deeply committed to living and experiencing the lives of others; for him writing was just a part of living.
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writing
ken-kesey
jack-kerouac
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Sterling Lord |
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07dcb72
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The Beats and the Pranksters showed us different ways of opting out of society. They were both the personification of countercultural movements. The Beats were trying to change literature, and the Pranksters were trying to change the people and the country. Kesey, in fact, was his own cultural revolution, striving to keep the upbeat, freedom-loving spirit of America alive.
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ken-kesey
pranksters
beat-poetry
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Sterling Lord |
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158b681
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Sweeping the dorm soon's it's empty, I'm after dust mice under his bed when I get a smell of something that makes me realize for the first time since I been in the hospital that the big dorm full of beds, sleeps forty grown men, has always been sticky with a thousand other smells - smells of germicide, zinc ointment, and foot powder, smell of piss and sour old-man manure, of Pablum and eyewash, of musty shorts and socks musty even when they're fresh back from the laundry, the stiff odor of starch in the linen, the acid stench of morning mouths, the banana smell of machine oil, and sometimes the smell of singed hair - but never before now, before he came in, the man smell of dust and dirt from the open fields, and sweat, and work.
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one-flew-over-the-cuckoo-s-nest
descriptive-prose
ken-kesey
odors
machismo
smells
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Ken Kesey |