"Джек Керуак. Big Sur (engl)" - читать интересную книгу автора

nobody can complain - And go off like that - But during my absence, but -
You'll see.


10

With my mind even and upright and abiding nowhere, as Hui Neng would
say, I go dancing off like a fool from my sweet retreat, rucksack on back,
after only three weeks and really after only three or four days of boredom,
and go hankering back for the city - "You go out in joy and in sadness you
return, " says Thomas a Kempis talking about all the fools who go forth for
pleasure like high schoolboys on Saturday night hurrying clacking down the
sidewalk to the car adjusting their ties and rubbing their hands with
anticipatory zeal, only to end up Sunday morning groaning in blearly beds
that Mother has to make anyway - It's a beautiful day as I come out of that
ghostly canyon road and step out on the coast highway, just this side of
Raton Canyon bridge, and there they are, thousands and thousands of tourists
driving by slowly on the high curves all oo ing and aa ing at all that vast
blue panorama of sea washing and raiding at the coast of California - I
figure I'll get a ride into Monterey real easy and take the bus there and be
in Frisco by nightfall for a big ball of wino yelling with the gang, I feel
in fact Dave Wain oughta be back by now, or Cody will be ready for a ball,
and there'll be girls, and such and such, forgetting entirely that only
three weeks previous I'd been sent fleeing from that gooky city by the
horrors - But hadn't the sea told me to flee back to my own reality?
But it is beautiful especially to see up ahead north a vast expanse of
curving seacoast with inland mountains dreaming under slow clouds, like a
scene of ancient Spain, or properly really like a scene of the real
essentially Spanish California, the old Monterey pirate coast right there,
you can see what the Spaniards must've thought when they came around the
bend in their magnificent sloopies and saw all that dreaming fatland beyond
the seashore whitecap doormat - Like the land of gold - The old Monterey
and Big Sur and Santa Cruz magic - So I confidently adjust my pack straps
and start trudging down the road looking back over my shoulder to thumb.
This is the first time I've hitch hiked in years and I soon begin to
see things have changed in America, you cant get a ride any more (but of
course especially on a strictly tourist road like this coast highway with no
trucks or business)... Sleek long stationwagon after wagon comes sleering by
smoothly, all colors of the rainbow and pastel at that, pink, blue, white,
the husband is in the driver's seat with a long ridiculous vacationist hat
with a long baseball visor making him look witless and idiot - Besides him
sits wifey, the boss of America, wearing dark glasses and sneering, even if
he wanted to pick me up or anybody up she wouldn't let him - But in the two
deep backseats are children, children, millions of children, all ages,
they're fighting and screaming over ice cream, they're spilling vanilla all
over the Tartan seatcovers - There's no room anymore anyway for a hitch
hiker, tho conceivably the poor bastard might be allowed to ride like a meek
gunman or silent murderer in the very back platform of the wagon, but here
no, alas! here is ten thousand racks of drycleaned and perfectly pressed
suits and dresses of all sizes for the family to look like millionaires