But I say ‘Dave, look, as if all this wasn’t enough’ and I point out the moon to him, there’s dead silence in the trees and also amongst us inside, there she is, vast lugubrious fullmoon that frights madmen and makes waters wave, she’s got one or two treetops silhouetted and’s got that whole side of the canyon lit up in silver - Dave just looks at the moon with his tired madness eyes (over-excited eyes, my mother’d said) and says nothing - I go out to the creek and drink water and come back and wonder about the moo and suddenly the four shadows in the cabin are all dead silent as tho they had conspired with the moon.
[Big Sur, Kerouac, J.]
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