Raoul Duke from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas:
What was I doing here? What was the meaning of this trip?
Was I just roaming around in a drug frenzy of some kind?
Or had I really come out here to Las Vegas to work on a story?
Who are these people, these faces? Where do they come from? They look like caricatures of used car dealers
from Dallas, and sweet Jesus, there were a hell of a lot of them at 4:30 on a Sunday morning, still humping the American dream,
that vision of the big winner somehow emerging from the last minute pre-dawn chaos of a stale Vegas casino.
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