They wrote it this week: Jack Kerouac chases skirt, and a fuss about pus
Extracts from diaries and letters written between September 16 and September 22
1935, Dresden, Germany
Yesterday a characteristic scene: Traffic jam on Prager Strasse. Crowd of people, cars. A young man, pale, rigid, mad in appearance, shouts without stopping at someone else whom I could not see: “Whoever buys from the Jews, is a traitor to the nation! … I said …” and so on and so on ad infinitum. Everyone is disturbed, embarrassed, no one interferes. No police in sight, the traffic is building up and the man keeps on shouting: “I said … I can say that: Whoever buys from the Jew, is a traitor to the nation, a traitor to the nation, I said …” After a while I walked on...