"Maybe we should write no more letters but have absolute trust in each other till we meet. He who knows does not speak. Incidentally, I’ve lost my taste for booze, and don’t hardly drink no more. You’ll see. It’s a matter of my taste changing again. Like no-smoke. Forc’d to it…I’m too old, I’m 33, to stay up all night drinking….I’m waiting till I see you again cause I’m not coming to California by a long shot, if anything I’m going nowhere…I have a little plan but my plans are always so poor…."
Jack Kerouac to Allen Ginsberg, August 1954.
[Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters]
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