This weekend, as I've run out of Stargate SG-1 episodes to watch online, I've found myself in the mood to tackle some serious literature. So right now I'm reading through Jack Kerouac's On the Road, one of the three essential works of Beat literature. Here's my favorite line so far:
A tall, lanky fellow in a gallon hat stopped his car on the wrong side of the road and came over to us; he looked like a sheriff. We prepared our stories secretly. He took his time coming over. "You boys going to get somewhere, or just going?" We didn't understand his question, and it was a damned good question.
It sure is.