Ten dollars spent a couple of years ago for a 1959 paperback. Nothing funny, just...it's one of those touchstones in my book collection and I wish I knew a better word offhand for "collection" as that suggests some sort of sealed and separated assortment kept clean and untouched. As close as "right now" can be to moving quickly to typing, that's how recently I was just rustling the pages, examining the bends and cracks in the cover, and the decimation of corners of the most fragile pages within.All those Beat Generation guys were the literary equivalent for me that the band Nirvana had been for my music taste a couple of years prior. They were the widening of expectations.
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