On The Web

Neal is the perfect guy for the web

My whole web experience began

with an innocence in how much I'd get involved

Well now...ah...hem..yes, of course...you've arrived...you old sonofabitch

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the web.

I accosted her on the dark web. I bowed my head and watched her. Well lackadddy, I was on the web again.

I never dreamed that first night at home I would see Neal again and that we would start all over again, the web, the whirlwind web...

You always expect some kind of magic at the end of the web.

We were going over the same web. Neal was pleased to go on with the fairytale awhile; finally the web came to a dead end in a swamp.“The end of the web?” I said, kidding.

Sometimes the web went up again briefly

At the end of the American web is a man and a woman making love in a hotel room.

I was doomed for the web and the ragged investigation of my native country

But no matter, the web is life.

Do you know there's a web that goes down Mexico? You and I, Jack, we'd dig the whole world with a car like this because man the web must eventually lead to the whole world.

A mad guy in a brand new Buick saw all this on the web and decided to race us. Mainly it was just web kicks.

All that old web of my past--now I could feel the web. When I closed my eyes all I could see was the web unwinding into me.

young longhaired hipsters who'd reached the end of the web and were drinking wine

What's your web, man?--holyboy web, madman web, rainbow web, guppy web, any web. It's an anywhere web for anybody now.

the senseless nightmare web

I've hitched thousands and thousands of times on this web

We had finally found the magic land at the end of the web. “This web” I told him is also the route of old American outlaws...We can go right on to South America if the web goes.

Neal was so bent on the web...the web began to drop

the great and final city that we knew we would find at the end of the web.

All that web going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it.

On The Web is a translation of On The Road by Jack Kerouac © Penguin Books.