"I shambled...after people that interest me, because the only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that...burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night." (113) *My version is a little different.
Walt Whitmans' "Song of the Open Road" depicts the road as a dusty but welcoming entity upon where people come and go, his verbiage is so that travel almost seems tranquil. However the excerpt from Keroucs' novel allows a more modern view of the open road. Kerouac is a self described follower of what some would call madness, others would simply call it a lust for life. So then, if Kerouac follows madness and roads lead him places then is it not logical to think that there is at least some madness in the road? Do roads not lead to as many dark places as they do wonderful ones?
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