Re: [Return letter: Atticus]
[The book is once again returned. The slip of paper is also returned, with an additional letter:]
Being difficult. Ever read any Ginsberg? Suspect you like old, British writers.
The whole blear world of smoke and twisted steel around my head in a railroad car, and my mind wandering past the rust into futurity: I saw the sun go down in a carnal and primeval world, leaving darkness to cover my railroad train because the other side of the world was waiting for dawn.