Tropic of Cancer / Henry Miller
Excellent example of a censor’s dream; mad, sexual, poor, a Mind floating free?! Extinguish it.
When you sit alone, reading privately the madness of another, the seed of human liberation begins to take root. They are free and naked, baring their thoughts and utterly uncivil yearnings–so why not me, too? Why not revel in the freedom only the mind can give? Just this once, or for forever. Stop working and paying taxes and wearing pants out of doors. Eat very little and laugh, so spending your days cuddling with other liberated humans. These are humans. Not people. Big difference; take note.