“They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"”
On the Road - Jack Kerouac
Why do I post this? I am a shambler - I shamble after people who burn. I post Kerouac’s quote to remind myself that I need to open my conversational ambit to include the mad ones I meet on the road as well as the mad ones who play in education.