On the Road Audio Sample

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Audio sample reading Chapter One of Kerouac's 'On the Road'

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Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)


British (General)


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I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up. I just got in over a serious illness that I won't bother to talk about, except that it had something to do with a miserably wary split up and my feeling that everything was dead. With the coming of Dean, Moriarty began the part of my life You call my life on the road. Before that, I'd often dreamed of going west to see the country with vaguely planning and never taking off. Dean is the perfect guy for the road because he was actually born on the road when his parents were passing through Salt Lake City in 1926 energy elope on their way to Los Angeles. First reports of him came to me through Charter King, who showed me a few letters from him written in a New Mexico reform school. I was tremendously interested in the letters because they were so naively and sweetly asking charge to teach them all about nature and all the wonderful intellectual things such hard new. At one point, Carlo and I talked about the letters and wondered if we'd ever meet the strange Dean Moriarty. This was all far back when Dean was not the way he is today, when he was a young jail kid shrouded in mystery. Then news came that Dean was out of reform school and was coming to New York for the first time. Also, there was talk that he just married a girl can marry Lou. One day I was hanging around the campus and charred and Tim Grey told me, Dean was saying in a cold water part in East Harlem. The Spanish Harlem dean had arrived the night before, the first time in New York with his beautiful little sharp chick, Mary Lou. They got off the Greyhound bus 1/50 street, and cut around the corner, looking for a place to eat and went right in Hector's. And since then, Hector's cafeteria has always been a big symbol of New York faded. They spend money on beautiful little glazed cakes and cream paths. All this time, Dean was telling Mary Lou things like, Now, darling, here we're in New York, and although I haven't quite told you everything that I was thinking about when we cross Missouri, and especially at the point when we passed the Bonneville Reform Marie, which reminded me of my jail problem. It is absolutely necessary now to postpone all those leftover things concerning our personal leftover inst and at once begin thinking of a specific work, life plans and so on in a way that he had. In those early days, I went to the cold water flat with the boys, and Dean came to the door in his shorts, merrily was jumping off the couch. Dean has dispatched the occupant of the apartment to the kitchen, probably to make coffee once he proceeded with his love problems. For To him, sex was the one and only holy, an important thing in life, although he had to sweat and cast and make a living. And so you saw in the way he stood bobbing his head, always looking down, nodding like a young boxer to instructions to make you think he was listening to every word throwing in 1000 guesses. And that's right. My first impression of Dean was that of a young Gene Autry trim, thin hipped, blue eyed, a real Oklahoma accent aside, burned hero of this new West. In fact, he'd been working on ranch Ed walls in Colorado before marrying Mary Lou in coming east