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THE FACT OF THE MATTER IS, HOW CAN YOU BE AN Aryan when you’re an Eskimo or a Mongol? That old Joe Ihnat was full of little brown turds, unless he means Russia. Old Joe Tolstoy we shoulda picked up.

Why keep talking about such things? Because my grammar school teacher was Miss Dineen, who is now Sister Mary of St. James in New Mexico (James was a son of Mary, like Jude), and she wrote: “Jack and his sister Carolyn (Ti Nin) I remember well as friendly, cooperative children with unusual charm. We were told that their folks came from France, and that the name was de Kerouac. I always felt that they had the dignity and refinement of aristocracy.”

I mention this to show that there can be such a thing as manners.

My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet. As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.

I’m a Wretch.

But I love love.