from dharma bums
…Rows of well to do houses with lawns and television sets in each living room with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japhie’s of the world go prowling in the wilderness to hear the voice of crying in the wilderness, to find the ecstasy of the stars, to find the dark mysterious secret of the origin of the faceless wonderless crapulous civilization. “All these people,” said Japhy, “they all got their white tiled toilets and take big dirty craps like bears in the mountains, but it’s all washed away to convenient supervised sewers and nobody thinks of crap any more or realizes that their origin is shit and civet and scum of the sea. They spend all day washing their hands with creamy soaps they secretly wanta eat in the bathroom.” He had a million ideas, he had em’ all.