At the top of a hill our automobile stuck in a snowdrift. Peasants ran out of a cottage near by, shouting with laughter because machinery had made a fool of itself, and dug out the automobile with incredible rapidity. They were doubtless anxious to get back and tell a horse about it.
“A lot of people, especially young people, have always felt that intuition to refuse. Most of that impulse has been managed as ‘art movements,’ so you have the surrealists, the modernists, the beats, hippies, punks, slackers, etc. These are in general people who feel like, Jesus, anything is better, even self-destruction is preferable to simply finding my place in such a sterile world.”
Curtis White