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Naked Lunch is a novel by American writer William S. Burroughs, originally published in 1959. The book is structured as a series of loosely connected vignettes. Burroughs stated that the chapters are intended to be read in any order. wikipedia
WSB reads 23 random sentences from Naked Lunch
1 “With that milk sugar shit? Junk is a one-way street. No U-turn. You can’t go back no more.”
2 One more shot — tomorrow the cure.
3 And no one in his right mind would hit a Louisiana croaker. State Junk Law.
4 ” ‘It’s a continent already….’
5 Frontier saloon: Fag Baboon dressed in little girl blue dress sings in resigned voice to tune of Alice Blue Gown: “I’m the weakest baboon of them all.”
6 “The oftener a thing happens the more uniquely wonderful it is,” said the pretentious young Nordic on the trapeze studying his Masonic home work.
7 “‘Tain’t as if it was being queer. After all they’s only Gooks.”
8 “I wasn’t asleep that is.”
9 Take a shot in front of D.L. Probing for a vein in my dirty bare foot…. Junkies have no shame…. They are impervious to the repugnance of others. It is doubtful if shame can exist in the absence of sexual libido…. The junky’s shame disappears with his non-sexual sociability which is also dependent on libido…. The addict regards his body impersonally as an instrument to absorb the medium in which he lives, evaluates his tissue with the cold hands of a horse trader. “No use trying to hit there.” Dead fish eyes Hick over a ravaged vein.
10 They were suspicious. A man can’t be a cop all his life without developing a special set of intuitions.
11 Continual dreams of junk: I am looking for a poppy field…. Moonshiners in black Stetsons direct me to a Near East cafe…. One of the waiters is a connection for Yugoslav opium….
12 NURSE: “Adrenalin, doctor?”
13 “‘Wistful thinking, Arch. I read about it one time inna magazine settin’ in that green outhouse behind the station…. Now what I meant awhile back, Arch, you didn’t rightly understand me…. I was referring to your wife as the Old Cray Mare…. I mean she ain’t what she used to be what with all them carbuncles and cata-racts and chilblains and hemorrhoids and aftosa.’
14 “Think I’ll have my stomach tucked…. I may be old, but I’m still desirable.”
15 [wrath are stored, He has loosed the fatal lightning of his terrible swift
16 So he is putting down junk and coming on with tea. I take three drags, Jane looked at him and her flesh crystallized. I leaped up screaming “I got the fear” and ran out of the house. Drank a beer in a little restaurant — mosaic bar and soccer scores and bullfight posters — and waited for the bus to town.
18 “Isn’t it true than when you got to Hassan you gave a banquet for the Caid and served couscous made from the wheat?”
19 The Planet drifts to random insect doom….
20 Running out of veins and out of money.
21 The Diseuse undulate through the Market: “What’s a Latah do when he’s alone?’
22 So Xiuptutol reels out of the jungle and says the boys in the Lower Tzpino territory done it, which surprises no one…. Take it from an old Brujo, dearie, they don’t like surprises….
23 “After a while the ass started talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time.