Today is the birthday of poet, heroin addict and murderer (in that order) William S. Burroughs (1914-1997). I like his writing a lot, as I like most of the Beats, although his writings (unlike that of most writers, who are bores) is best appreciated when it is read aloud by the author. Burroughs had a voice and a personality not unlike that of Ned Sparks and I find it endlessly entertaining and generally find myself wanting to imitate his vocal cadences, if not his lifestyle. One must beware in his presence. Burroughs is the devil, and one must always be on one’s guard when in the presence of the devil.
(Travalanche) 