“The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage.”

— John Steinbeck

Pt. 1
Travels With Charley: In Search of America (1962)

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American writer 1902–1968

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“We must open up our hands, raise our palms up high to see, the mazes of our unique selves, end with similarity.”

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Context: If a fist can hold a sword, and a fist can clench a pen, but the points of both are missed, by dull, tarnished pride of men. We must open up our hands, raise our palms up high to see, the mazes of our unique selves, end with similarity.