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On The Scroll. While Kerouac spent much time brainstorming and planning
ideas for On The Road, when he finally sat down to write the novel, he wrote
AUTHOR BIO the whole thing in three weeks on one long, continuous scroll he made by
Full Name: Jack Kerouac attaching sheets of typewriter paper. The long, unpunctuated, unedited scroll
survives to this day, and a transcribed version of this original draft of the novel
Date of Birth: March 12, 1922
was even published in 2007.
Place of Birth: Lowell, Massachusetts
Date of Death: October 21, 1969 PL
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OT SUMMARY
Brief Life Story: Born in 1922 in Lowell, Massachusetts, Jack Kerouac grew
up in a Catholic household and eventually earned a football scholarship to Sal Paradise recalls when he first met Dean Moriarty, who came to New York
Columbia University. He soon dropped out of college, though, and became City from Colorado with his new wife Marylou and asked Sal to teach him how
friends with some of the people who would become associated with the Beat to write. Sal was struck by Dean’s mad enthusiasm for life, and the two became
movement, including Allen Ginsberg. (The Beats formed a kind of loose friends, as Dean also got to know Sal’s close friend Carlo Marx. Not long after,
literary movement centered around rejecting societal norms and freely Dean and Carlo journeyed out west. Sal had an urge to follow them west and
indulging in alcohol, drugs, and sexual liberty.) Kerouac joined the Merchant get out on the road, so he saved up some money and took a bus to Chicago,
Marine service and even served briefly in the Navy, before writing his first heading for his friend Remi Boncoeur in San Francisco. From Chicago, he
novel in 1942. He lived with his family in New York, where he published his started hitchhiking west, eating apple pie and ice cream wherever he stopped.
first novel, The Town and the City, to little acclaim in 1950. Kerouac then As he continued catching buses and hitchhiking, he met a fellow traveler
began working towards a new project and, in 1951, sat down to write On The named Eddie and the two started to travel together. Sal gave Eddie a wool
Road in a brief three-week period of spontaneous writing. He had a difficult shirt when it started raining, and then Eddie left Sal behind when they
time finding a publisher for the book because of its racy content, but the novel encountered a farmer’s trailer with only room for one passenger. Sal hitched a
was finally published in 1957. A now-famous New York Times review ride with a truck that was picking up all sorts of vagrants in its flatbed. When
championed it as a masterpiece and the essential novel of the Beat the truck stopped somewhere, Sal bought a bottle of whiskey and shared it
Generation. As Kerouac now became a popular, acclaimed author, he with his fellow hitchhikers. He loved the ride, which took him all the way to
continued to write, including The Dharma Bums (probably his most famous Cheyenne. He and another passenger from the truck, Montana Slim, went to
novel after On The Road). Jack Kerouac didn’t just chronicle, but lived the Beat bars, drank, and met some girls. Slim took off the next day and Sal hitched rides
lifestyle, and ended up dying in 1969 of liver damage related to his to Denver.
longstanding drinking habit.
His first night in Denver, Sal stayed with his friend Chad King, unable to find
KEY FACTS Dean or Carlo. He then moved in with another friend, a writer named Roland
Major, and finally heard from Dean and Carlo, who had become close friends
Full Title: On The Road and would “communicate with absolute honesty” every day while sitting
Genre: Novel opposite each other on a bed, high on Benzedrine. Sal learns that Dean is
simultaneously seeing Marylou and another woman named Camille. Sal, Dean,
Setting: Various locations across the United States (especially New York,
and Carlo went out partying together in Denver. Sal got a call from Eddie, who
Denver, San Francisco, Chicago, Virginia, New Orleans, Los Angeles), Mexico.
happened to be in Denver, too. He went to a huge party with his friends and
Climax: In Part Four, Sal travels with Dean to Mexico on one last crazy trip. then went to Carlo’s house and heard Carlo read some of his poetry. Dean
Dean abandons Sal while Sal he is sick with a fever. announced that he was set to divorce Marylou and marry Camille. Sal watched
Antagonist: There is no one antagonist throughout the entire novel. At times, as Carlo and Dean sat on Carlo’s bed all night and talked, sharing all their
the police are the antagonists for Sal, Dean, and their friends. thoughts honestly.
Sal went on a trip with some friends to a nearby mountain town, where they
HISTORICAL AND LITERARY CONTEXT stayed in an abandoned miner’s house, threw a great big party, got drunk, and
When Written: Late 1940s to 1951 went all over town causing trouble. When Sal got back to Denver, he had an
urge to travel to San Francisco. Before he left, though, Dean fixed him up with
Where Written: New York City
a woman named Rita Bettencourt, who Sal slept with. Sal wrote to his aunt for
When Published: 1957 more money and then bought a bus ticket to San Francisco. He said goodbye
Literary Period: The Beat Movement to all his friends but couldn’t find Dean before he left.
Related Literary Works: On The Road is the central novel of the Beat In San Francisco, Sal found Remi Boncoeur’s place (a shack) and climbed in
movement, and forms the prose counterpoint to “Howl,” the quintessential through the window. He met Remi’s woman, Lee Ann. Sal stayed with Remi
Beat poem written by Kerouac’s friend Allen Ginsberg. As a story of journeys, and Remi had him write a screenplay for Hollywood. Sal eventually decided he
the novel can also be seen as a postmodern rewriting of such classic literature needed a job, so Remi set him up with his own job, working as a guard at a
of journeying as The Odyssey, Dante’s Divine Comedy, and the Canterbury Tales. nearby barracks that housed construction workers about to go overseas. Sal
felt odd in this quasi-policeman role and drank with the rowdy workers he was
Related Historical Events: Published in the 1950s, the novel takes place in the
supposed to be keeping in line. He and Remi were not liked by the more
late 1940s. This postwar period was one of relative calm and prosperity for
disciplinarian other guards, and when they were on duty by themselves they
the United States, but also one of increasing conformity in society. On The
broke into the barracks cafeteria and stole food. Remi and Lee Ann’s
Road crystallized a growing dissatisfaction with the comfortable status quo
relationship began to deteriorate. Sal accompanied both of them to the horse
felt by many young Americans in the period before the social upheaval of the
races, where Remi lost all his money and got angry. He and Lee Ann continued
1960s.
to fight and Lee Ann kicked Remi out of their shack. Remi asked Lee Ann and
Sal for one last favor: he wanted them to go to dinner with his stepfather and
him, so that his stepfather would think Remi was doing well. Sal and Lee Ann
I heard a great laugh, the greatest laugh in the world, and here came this
rawhide old-timer Nebraska farmer with a bunch of other boys into the diner;
you could hear his raspy cries clear across the plains, across the whole gray
I wanted to go and get Rita again and tell her a lot more things, and really make
love to her this time, and calm her fears about men. Boys and girls in America
have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex I walked by a jewelry store and had the sudden impulse to shoot up the
immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk—real straight window, take out the finest rings and bracelets, and run to give them to Lee
talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious. Ann. Then we could flee to Nevada together. The time was coming for me to
—Sal Paradise leave Frisco or I’d go crazy.
—Sal Paradise
PART 1, CHAPTER 11
Here I was at the end of America—no more land—and now there was nowhere
I looked at Lee Ann. She was a fetching hunk, a honey-colored creature, but to go but back.
there was hate in her eyes for both of us. Her ambition was to marry a rich —Sal Paradise
man.
—Sal Paradise
And before me was the great raw bulge and bulk of my American continent;
somewhere far across, gloomy, crazy New York was throwing up its cloud of
He arranged to get me the same kind of job he had, as a guard in the barracks. I dust and brown steam. There is something brown and holy about the East; and
went through the necessary routine, and to my surprise the bastards hired me. California is white like washlines and emptyheaded—at least that’s what I
I was sworn in by the local police chief, given a badge, a club, and now I was a thought then.
special policeman. I wondered what Dean and Carlo and Old Bull Lee would —Sal Paradise
say about this.
—Sal Paradise
I had bought my ticket and was waiting for the LA bus when all of a sudden I
saw the cutest little Mexican girl in slacks come cutting across my sight. . . . Her
It was a horrible crew of men, men with cop-souls, all except Remi and myself. breasts stuck out straight and true; her little flanks looked delicious; her hair
Remi was only trying to make a living, and so was I, but these men wanted to was long and lustrous black; and her eyes were great big blue things with
make arrests and get compliments from the chief of police in town. They even timidities inside. I wished I was on her bus. A pain stabbed my heart, as it did
said that if you didn’t make at least one a month you’d be fired. I gulped at the every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-
prospect of making an arrest. What actually happened was that I was as drunk big world.
as anybody in the barracks the night all hell broke loose. —Sal Paradise
—Sal Paradise
This is the story of America. Everybody’s doing what they think they’re
PART 1, CHAPTER 13
supposed to do. So what if a bunch of men talk in loud voices and drink the It was night. We were pointed toward the American continent. Holding hands,
night? we walked several miles down the road to get out of the populated district. It
—Sal Paradise was a Saturday night. We stood under a roadlamp, thumbing, when suddenly
cars full of young kids roared by with streamers flying. “Yaah! Yaah! we won!
we won!” they all shouted. Then they yoohooed us and got great glee out of
seeing a guy and a girl on the road. . . . I hated every one of them. Who did they
The barracks cafeteria was our meat. We looked around to make sure nobody think they were, yaahing at somebody on the road just because they were little
was watching, and especially to see if any of our cop friends were lurking high-school punks and their parents carved the roast beef on Sunday
about to check on us; then I squatted down, and Remi put a foot on each afternoons?
shoulder and up he went. He opened the window, which was never locked —Sal Paradise
since he saw to it in the evenings, scrambled through, and came down on the
flour table. I was a little more agile and just jumped and crawled in. Then we
went to the soda fountain. Here, realizing a dream of mine from infancy, I took
the cover off the chocolate ice cream and stuck my hand in wrist-deep and Americans are always drinking in crossroads saloons on Sunday afternoon;
hauled me up a skewer of ice cream and licked at it. Then we got ice-cream they bring their kids; they gabble and brawl over brews; everything’s fine.
boxes and stuffed them, poured chocolate syrup over and sometimes Come nightfall the kids start crying and the parents are drunk. They go
strawberries too, then walked around in the kitchens, opened iceboxes, to see weaving back to the house. Everywhere in America I’ve been in crossroads
what we could take home in our pockets. I often tore off a piece of roast beef saloons drinking with whole families.
and wrapped it in a napkin. “You know what President Truman said,” Remi —Sal Paradise
would say. “We must cut down on the cost of living.”
—Sal Paradise , Remi Boncoeur
There was an old Negro couple in the field with us. They picked cotton with
the same God-blessed patience their grandfathers had practiced in ante-
Remi’s huge laugh resounded everywhere we went. “You must write a story bellum Alabama; they moved right along their rows, bent and blue, and their
about the Banana King,” he warned me. “Don’t pull any tricks on the old bags increased. My back began to ache. But it was beautiful kneeling and
maestro and write about something else. The Banana King is your meat. There hiding in that earth.
stands the Banana King.” The Banana King was an old man selling bananas on
the corner. I was completely bored.
Every day I earned approximately a dollar and a half. It was just enough to buy All along the way, Galatea Dunkel, Ed’s new wife, kept complaining that she
groceries in the evening on the bicycle. The days rolled by. I forgot all about was tired and wanted to sleep in a motel. If this kept up they’d spend all her
the East and all about Dean and Carlo and the bloody road. money long before Virginia. Two nights she forced a stop and blew tens on
—Sal Paradise motels. by the time they got to Tucson she was broke. Dean and Ed gave her
the slip in a hotel lobby and resumed the voyage alone, with the sailor, and
without a qualm.
—Sal Paradise
I was through with my chores in the cottonfield. I could feel the pull of my own
life calling me back. I shot my aunt a penny postcard across the land and asked
for another fifty.
—Sal Paradise Southerners don’t like madness the least bit, not Dean’s kind. He paid
absolutely no attention to them. The madness of Dean had bloomed into a
weird flowr.
—Sal Paradise
PART 1, CHAPTER 14
At dawn my bus was zooming across the Arizona desert—Indio, Blythe, Salome
(where she danced); the great dry stretches leading to Mexican mountains in And he slowed down the car for all of us to turn and look at the old jazzbo
the south. Then we swung north to the Arizona mountains, Flagstaff, moaning along. “Oh yes, dig him sweet; now there’s thoughts in that mind that
clifftowns. I had a book with me I stole from a Hollywood stall, “Le Grand I would give my last arm to know; to climb in there and find out just what he’s
Meaulnes” by Alain-Fournier, but I preferred reading the American landscape poor-ass pondering about this year’s turnip greens and ham.”
as we went along. —Sal Paradise, Dean Moriarty
—Sal Paradise
PART 2, CHAPTER 1
I learned that Dean had lived happily with Camille in San Francisco ever since
PART 2, CHAPTER 3
that fall of 1947; he got a job on the railroad and made a lot of money. He What is the meaning of this voyage to New York? What kind of sordid business
became the father of a cute little girl, Amy Moriarty. Then suddenly he blew his are you on now? I mean, man, whither goest thou? Whither goest thou,
top while walking down the street one day. He saw a ’49 Hudson for sale and America, in thy shiny car in the night?
rushed to the bank for his entire roll. He bought the car on the spot. Ed Dunkel —Carlo Marx
was with him. Now they were broke. Dean calmed Camille’s fears and told her
he’d be back in a month. “I’m going to New York and bring Sal back.” She wasn’t
too pleased at this prospect.
This madness would lead nowhere. I didn’t know what was happening to me, Now Marylou, listen really, honey. . . I know just the place for you—at the end
and I suddenly realized it was only the tea that we were smoking; Dean had of the regular chain-gang run—I’ll be home just a cut-hair less than every two
bought some in New York. days for twelve hours at a stretch, and man, you know what we can do in
—Sal Paradise twelve hours, darling. Meanwhile I’ll go right on living at Camille’s like nothing,
see, she won’t know.
—Dean Moriarty
PART 2, CHAPTER 5
My aunt said I was wasting my time hanging around Dean and his gang. I knew The American police are involved in psychological warfare against those
that was wrong, too. Life is life, and kind is kind. What I wanted was to take one Americans who don’t frighten them with imposing papers and threats. It’s a
more magnificent trip to the West Coast and get back in time for the spring Victorian police force; it peers out of musty windows and wants to inquire
semester in school And what a trip it turned out to be! about everything, and can make crimes if the crimes don’t exist to its
—Sal Paradise satisfaction.
—Sal Paradise
“I want to know what all this sitting around the house all day is intended to
mean. What all this talk is and what you propose to do. Dean, why did you On rails we leaned and looked at the great brown father of waters rolling
leave Camille and pick up Marylou?” No answer—giggles. “Marylou, why are down from mid-America like the torrent of broken souls—bearing Montana
you traveling around the country like this and what are your womanly logs and Dakota muds and Iowa vales and things that had drowned in Three
intentions concerning the shroud?” Same answer. “Ed Dunkel, why did you Forks, where the secret began in ice. Smoky New Orleans receded on one
abandon your new wife in Tucson and what are you doing here sitting on your side; old, sleepy Algiers with its warped woodsides bumped us on the other.
big fat ass? Where’s your home? What’s your job?” Negroes were working in the hot afternoon, stoking the ferry furnaces that
—Carlo Marx burned red and made our tires smell. Dean dug them, hopping up and down in
the heat.
It would take all night to tell about Old Bull Lee; let’s just say now, he was a PART 2, CHAPTER 9
teacher. . . He dragged his long, thin body around the entire United States and
most of Europe and North Africa in his time, only to see what was going on; he Suddenly Dean was saying good-by. He was bursting to see Camille and find
married a White Russian countess in Yugoslavia to get her away from the out what had happened. Marylou and I stood dumbly in the street and
Nazis in the thirties; there are pictures of him with the international cocaine watched him drive away. “You see what a bastard he is?” said Marylou. “Dean
set of the thirties—gangs with wild hair, Panama hat, surveying the streets of will leave you out in the cold any time it’s in his interest.”
Algiers. . . He was an exterminator in Chicago, a bartender in New York, a —Sal Paradise, Marylou
summons-server in Newark. In Paris he sat at café tables, watching the sullen
French faces go boy. . . In English hotels he read Spengler and the Marquis de
Sade. . . He was now in New Orleans, slipping along the streets with shady
characters and haunting connection bars. PART 2, CHAPTER 10
—Sal Paradise
One night Marylou disappeared with a nightclub owner. I was waiting for her
by appointment in a doorway across the street, at Larkin and Geary, hungry,
when she suddenly stepped out of the foyer of the fancy apartment house
The ideal bar doesn’t exist in America. An ideal bar is something that’s gone with her girl friend, the nightclub owner, and a greasy old man with a roll.
beyond our ken. In nineteen ten a bar was a place where men went to meet Originally she’d just gone in to see her girl friend. I saw what a whore she was.
during or after work, and all there was was a long counter, brass rails, —Sal Paradise
spittoons, player piano for music, a few mirrors, and barrels of whisky at ten
cents a shot together with barrels of beer at five cents a mug. Now all you get
is chromium, drunken women, fags, hostile bartenders, anxious owners who
hover around the door, worried about their leather seats and the law; just a lot PART 2, CHAPTER 11
of screaming at the wrong time and deadly silence when a stranger walks in.
Everybody in Frisco blew. It was the end of the continent; they didn’t give a
—Old Bull Lee
damn. Dean and I goofed around San Francisco in this manner until I got my
next GI check and got ready to go back home.
—Sal Paradise
PART 2, CHAPTER 7
These bastards have invented plastics by which they could make houses that
last forever. And tires. Americans are killing themselves by the millions every PART 3, CHAPTER 1
year with defective rubber tires that get hot on the road and blow up. They
could make tires that never blow up. Same with tooth powder. There’s a In the spring of 1949 I had a few dollars saved from my GI education checks
certain gum they’ve invented and they won’t show it to anybody that if you and I went to Denver, thinking of settling down there.
chew it as a kid you’ll never get a cavity for the rest of your born days. Same —Sal Paradise
with clothes. They can make clothes that last forever. They prefer making
cheap goods so’s everybody’ll have to go on working and punching timeclocks
and organizing themselves in sullen unions and floundering around while the
big grab goes on in Washington and Moscow. At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th
—Old Bull Lee and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing I were a Negro, feeling that
the best the white world had offered me was not enough ecstasy for me, not
enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night. . . . I wished I were a
Denver Mexican, or even a poor overworked Jap, anything but what I was so
drearily, a “white man” disillusioned.
PART 2, CHAPTER 8 —Sal Paradise
What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on
the plain till you see their specks dispersing?—it’s the too-huge world vaulting
us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the
skies. I went to see a rich girl I knew. In the morning she pulled a hundred-dollar bill
—Sal Paradise out of her silk stocking and said, “you’ve been talking of a trip to Frisco; that
being the case, take this and go and have your fun.”
—Sal Paradise
Now, Sal, now Marylou, I want both of you to do as I’m doing, disemburden
yourselves of all that clothes—now what’s the sense of clothes? now that’s
what I’m sayin—and sun your pretty bellies with me. Come on! PART 3, CHAPTER 2
—Dean Moriarty
I suddenly realized that all these women were spending months of loneliness
and womanliness together, chatting about the madness of the men.
—Sal Paradise
We saw Hingham himself brooding in the yard. He was a writer; he had come
to Arizona to work on his book in peace. He was a tall, gangly, shy satirist who
mumbled to you with his head turned away and always said funny things. . . .
He was very lonely, he wanted to get back to New York. I looked at him; my eyes were watering with embarrassment and tears. Still he
stared at me. now his eyes were blank and looking through me. It was probably
PART 3, CHAPTER 5 Here were the children of the American bop night.
The car belonged to a tall, thin fag who was on his way home to Kansas and —Sal Paradise
wore dark glasses and drove with extreme care; the car was what Dean called
a “fag Plymouth”; it had no pickup and no real power. “Effeminate car!”
whispered Dean in my ear.
—Sal Paradise PART 3, CHAPTER 11
I took up a conversation with a gorgeous country girl wearing a low-cut cotton
blouse that displayed the beautiful sun-tan on her breast tops. She was dull.
It was with a great deal of silly relief that these people let us off the car at the She spoke of evenings in the country making popcorn on the porch. . . . “And
corner of 27th and Federal. Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk what else do you do for fun?” I tried to bring up boy friends and sex. Her great
again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. dark eyes surveyed me with emptiness and a kind of chagrin that reached back
generation and generations in her blood from not having done what was
—Sal Paradise
crying to be done—whatever it was, and everybody knows what it was. . . . She
was eighteen and most lovely, and lost.
—Sal Paradise
PART 3, CHAPTER 6
I told Dean I was sorry he had nobody in the world to believe in him.
“Remember that I believe in you. I’m infinitely sorry for the foolish grievance I All the cigarette butts, the bottles, the matchbooks, the come and the gone
held against you yesterday afternoon. were swept up into this pile. Had they taken me with it, Dean would have
—Sal Paradise never seen me again. He would have had to roam the entire United States and
look in every garbage pail from coast to coast before he found me
embryonically convoluted among the rubbishes of my life, his life, and the life
of everybody concerned and not concerned.
—Sal Paradise
PART 3, CHAPTER 8
They were hardly seated, and I had hardly waved good-by to Denver, before
he was off, the big motor thrumming with immense birdlike power. Not two
miles out of Denver the speedometer broke because Dean was pushing well In a matter of days they were dickering with Camille in San Francisco by long-
over 110 miles an hour. distance telephone for the necessary divorce papers so they could get
So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river
pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land
that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that
road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know
by now the children must be crying the land where they let the children cry,
and tonight the stars’ll be out, and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear? the
evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie,
which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth,
darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody,
Everyone drank and took drugs, Sal sees the experiences of his friends as They drove through some swampy Dean idolizes black jazz music, but never
playing out their “sad drama in the epitomizing the “sad drama” of his land. Dean hoped they’d find a stops to consider the plight of black
American night.” Sal wanted to go for generation’s America. The fence could “jazzjoint...with great big black fellas people in the segregated America of the
a walk and look at the Mississippi represent the boundaries imposed by moanin guitar blues.” They soon found 1940s. Sal’s comparison of the night to a
River, but had to look at it through a society that keep people from truly themselves surrounded by a dark manuscript recalls his earlier description
fence. Bull complained about experiencing life. forest and Sal says that the dark was of reading the American landscape. Dean
bureaucracy and unions. “a manuscript of the night we couldn’t fondly recalls some of his times cavorting
read.” As they went into Texas and freely with drugs, women, and poetry.
approached Houston, Dean recalled
some of his times there (complete
PART 2, CHAPTER 7 with drugs, booze, poetry, and
The next day, Dean was helping Bull Bull continues to be characterized as an women).
salvage a piece of wood for a shelf. As odd figure standing outside and against
Sal took over driving after Houston. It This is a rare time when Sal and Dean
he practiced throwing knives at a most of society, complete with
started to rain and Sal had to veer off actually regret being on the road and
target, Bull shared some of his quasi- conspiracy theories about how the
the road into the mud to avoid a car wish they were back in a particular place.
conspiracy theories with Sal, about government is keeping things from
coming at them on the wrong side of But this bad mood doesn’t stay around
how the government deliberately everyday people.
the road. Dean and Sal had to get the for long.
keeps safer tires, gum that prevents
car unstuck out of the mud, and ended
cavities forever, and clothes that last
up covered in mud themselves. They
forever from the public.
encountered snow and were cold and
Bull told Sal some odd stories about Bull’s bizarre orgone accumulator is miserable. They all missed New
his aunt, a man with a brain disease further evidence of his eccentric Orleans.
that made him somewhat crazy, his madness, which is at the foundation of
In Sonora, Sal stole more food. Dean Sal continues to steal as Dean continues
cats, and his Portuguese neighbors. his friendship with Sal.
kept talking nonsense, and drove to spout his mad ideas. The three
Bull told Sal to try his “orgone
them toward El Paso. At one point, he characters’ nudity is a kind of small
accumulator,” a big box with a chair
stopped and took off all his clothes to rebellion against the strictures and
inside that accumulates orgones,
run around outside. He encouraged norms of society, such as the obligation
“vibratory atmospheric atoms of the
Sal and Marylou to “disemburden to wear clothes in public.
life-principle.”
yourselves of all that clothes,” and the
three of them drove for a while all
naked in the front seat.
PART 2, CHAPTER 10 On the last night before leaving San Dean and Sal enjoy going to “Negro jazz
Francisco, Sal went out with Dean. shacks” but don’t stop to think about the
Sal and Marylou found a hotel that let Sal loses faith in Dean as their friendship Dean found Marylou and the three of African Americans themselves who lack
them stay on a room on credit. Sal seems to deteriorate a bit. Completely them went all over the city, “hitting the freedoms they themselves cherish.
“lost faith” in Dean, who had broke, Sal now really finds what it’s like to Negro jazz shacks.” Sal says he really After a short stay in San Francisco, Sal
abandoned him, and says he had “the be a beat. wanted to leave, and took off the next feels the need to get moving again.
beatest time of my life” in San morning, saying goodbye to Dean and
Francisco. Marylou stayed with him Marylou.
for a couple of days. Sal realized she
had only wanted him to make Dean
jealous, and so now was not
interested in him.