“. . . the inconceivable joy that creams up in my soul at the thought of the little kid in the funnies under his blanket quilt at midnight New Year’s when thru the blue sweetness of his window in comes the bells and horn cries and honks and stars and slams of Time and Noises, and the blue fences of the quilt night are dewy in the moon . . .”

—Jack Kerouac, Dr. Sax, 1959.