Pubished in 1963, SAGN was Ken Kesey's second book. He must have written chunks of it while on LSD, because of the herky-jerky wildness of some passages. (At Standford in 1959, he was paid by the CIA to experiment with LSD.)
(Leland) "Can I possibly go back and wrest from my past some remnant of a better beginning? Some start toward a better scene?"
(p.84): "'...we are all of us, dear boy... trapped by our existence.' I tell him that is neither very profound nor consoling, but when I lie on the bed with the moon jigsawing my body I keep seeing this picture of a tiny birdcage inlaid with rhinestones chugging along a little track, Mother trapped inside performing the feeble repertory of her movements as the cage moves along the track round and around up the concrete to the forty-first floor where the rails stop out in space."
[p. 113] "...when an angle breeze baits the tree the leafy tips tickle the surface and tiny fingerling salmon and steelhead dart up to strike, sometimes shooting clear into the sunshine like little silver bullets..."
[p. 709] "For there is always a sanctuary more, a door that can never be forced, whatever the force, a last inviolable stronghold that can never be taken, whatever the attack; your vote can be taken, your name, your innards, even your life, but that last stronghold can only be surrendered. And to surrender it for any reason other than love is to surrender love."
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