Tropic of Capricorn (Miller, Henry)

by Henry Miller

For there is only one great adventure and that is inward toward the self, and for that, time nor space nor even deeds matter.

I can think of no street in America, or of people inhabiting such a street, capable of leading one on toward the discovery of the self. I have walked the streets in many countries of the world but nowhere have I felt so degraded and humiliated as in America. I think of all the streets in America combined as forming a huge cesspool, a cesspool of the spirit in which everything is sucked down and drained away to everlasting shit.