I heard from the other car, “Ça c’est un Kérouac,” (Now that’s a Kerouac)—
And a sign said:–“Dont throw anything out the window” and I yelled “J’n’ai rien à jeter en dehors du chaussi, ainque ma tête!” (I got nothing to throw out the window, only my head). My bag was with me—I heard from the other car, “Ça c’est un Kérouac,” (Now that’s a Kerouac)—I dont even think I was hearing right, but dont be too sure, about not only Brittany but a land of Druids and Witchcraft and Warlocks and Féeries—( not Lebris)—
