Though I was careful never to mention it, I began to see a new dimension in everything that happened.
Hunter S. ThompsonTag: inspirational visionary
I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top.
I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless journey. It was the tension between these two poles--a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other--that kept me going.
Tag: fear existential
They claimed no allegiance to any flag and valued no currency but luck and good contacts.
Hunter S. ThompsonTag: existential luck
It was the kind of town that made you feel like Humphrey Bogart: you came in on a bumpy little plane, and, for some mysterious reason, got a private room with balcony overlooking the town and the harbor; then you sat there and drank until something happened.
Hunter S. ThompsonTag: caribbean towns places comedic
Old God sure was in a good mood when he made this place.
Hunter S. ThompsonThe hoofbeats rang through the town like pistol shots.
Hunter S. ThompsonAll around us were people I had spent ten years avoiding--shapeless women in wool bathing suits, dull-eyed men with hairless legs and self-conscious laughs, all Americans, all fearsomely alike. These people should be kept at home, I thought; lock them in the basement of some goddamn Elks Club and keep them pacified with erotic movies; if they want a vacation, show them a foreign art film; and if they still aren't satisfied, send them into the wilderness and run them with vicious dogs.
Hunter S. ThompsonTag: people america existential americans
He talked about luck and fate and numbers coming up, yet he never ventured a nickel at the casinos because he knew the house had all the percentages. And beneath his pessimism, his bleak conviction that all the machinery was rigged against him, at the bottom of his soul was a faith that he was going to outwit it, that by carefully watching the signs he was going to know when to dodge and be spared. It was fatalism with a loophole, and all you had to do to make it work was never miss a sign. Survival by coordination, as it were. The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, but to those who can see it coming and jump aside. Like a frog evading a shillelagh in a midnight marsh.
Hunter S. ThompsonTag: fate chance existential luck
The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.
Hunter S. ThompsonParanoia is just another mask for ignorance. The truth, when you finally chase it down is almost always far worse than your darkest visions and fears
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