The Monkey Wrench Gang

by Edward Abbey

“Chemicals! Chemicals! I need chemicals!”

“The wilderness once offered men a plausible way of life,” the doctor said. “Now it functions as a psychiatric refuge. Soon there will be no wilderness.” He sipped at his bourbon and ice. “Soon there will be no place to go. Then the madness becomes universal.” Another thought. “And the universe goes mad.”

The naked desert is no place for little secrets.

“What’s more American than violence?” Hayduke wanted to know. “Violence, it’s as American as pizza pie.”