He had more books than I've ever seen in all my life--...He played Vendi operas and pantomimed them in his pajamas with a great rip down the back. He didn't give a damn about anything. He is a great scholar who goes reeling down the New York Waterfront with original 17th century musical manuscripts under his arm, shouting. He crawls like a big spider through the streets. His excitement blew out of his eyes in stabs of fiendish light. He lisped, he writher, he flopped, he moaned, he howled, he fell back in despair. He could barely get a word out, he was so excited with life.
-Jack Kerouac

Someone told me memories are now scientifically eraseable. What terror.