And Blue-lung'd Combers Lumbered To The Kill.

And Blue-lung'd Combers Lumbered To The Kill.

If Youth Is A Defect, It Is One We Outgrow Too Soon.

We Are All Old-timers, Each Of Us Holds A Locked Razor.

Their Monument Sticks Like A Fishbone In The City's Throat.

It's A Completely Powerful And Serious Book, As Good As Anything In Prose Or Poetry Written By A 'beat' Writer, And One Of The Most Alive Books Written By Any American For Years. I Don't See How It Could Be Considered Immoral.