So..... I'm working my way through On The Road. What a great story. And I think I'm in love with this man. Probably because he uses words so well. I'm silly that way.  He tells the story so well that you feel you're going there with him, and feeling the things he feels. That's confusing to me, because he describes the beautiful country he's traversing, and even the cities back east that he came from, so perfectly. He describes the people so magnificently. You feel you've met those people. You know what he's talking about. And he seems to love them deeply, and you feel that with him too. And yet he keeps talking about how sad life and the country and the world are. I'm about halfway through the book and am eager to get on with it, to find out what he's so miserable about.