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The earth is an indian thing - I squatted on it, rolled thick sticks of marijuana on sod floors of stick huts not far from Mazatlan near the opium center of the world and we sprinkled opium in our masterjoints - we had black heels. We talked about the Revolution.

Jack Kerouac, Mexico Fellaheen



Hence it came about I concealed my pleasures; and that when I reached years of reflection, and began to look round me and take stock of my progress and position in the world, I stood already committed to a profound duplicity of life...
...with every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to that truth by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck: THAT MAN IS NOT TRULY ONE, BUT TWO.

R. L. Stevenson, The strange case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde