Ode to John
- John Steinbeck, from Cannery Row
I am finding myself wishing that Steinbeck had gotten around to writing a movie or two, so as to have blown all our minds out of their stagnant, film-crusted waters. Ah, well. Grateful enough am I for the books I've read thus far, and the ones still left to tickle the interstices and intertrodes of my brainic areas.
I'm have a crush on a dead white guy, who perished before I was born.