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I just realized how many people I know who say they love Jack Kerouac and have never read anything by him.. or who love him and don't know who Allen Ginsberg is. or anything about the beatniks, for that matter. in fact, most of the people I know who actually are versed in these two artists' works I've never even met. what the hell is up with that! why can't I have an intelligent conversation with people who advertise themselves as intellectuals? fuck! I miss living with Sylvie.