“My nerves are going fast. Getting into confusion of many particles–each one beatable, but in company pretty formidable. And I get a little crazy with all of them. Too bad. Just too many things. Must beat them off. I wish I could go to a furnished room some place where I knew no one and just disappear for a while. I wish that.”
~John Steinbeck, passage taken from ‘Working Days: The Journal of the Grapes Of Wrath’
Furnished room, Midtown Manhattan
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