In The End, Every Hypochondriac Is His

And Blue-lung'd Combers Lumbered To The Kill.

It's A Completely Powerful And Serious Book, As Good As Anything In Prose Or Poetry Written By A 'beat' Writer, And One Of The Most Alive Books Written By Any American For Years. I Don't See How It Could Be Considered Immoral.

Once Fishing Was A Rabbit's Foot-- O Wind Blow Cold, O Wind Blow Hot

The Lord Survives The Rainbow Of His Will.

But Sometimes Everything I Write With The Threadbare Art Of My Eye Seems A Snapshot