All I wanted, and all Neal wanted, and all anybody wanted was some kind of penetration into the heart of things where, like in a womb, we could curl up and sleep the ecstatic sleep that Burroughs was experiencing with a good big mainline shot of M. and advertising executives in NY were experiencing with twelve Scotch & Sodas in Stouffer's before they made the drunkard's train to Westchester---but without hangovers.

On the Road: the Original Scroll