“We also spent entire nights in bed
and I told her my dreams.
I told her about the big snake of the world that was coiled in the earth like a worm in an apple
and would someday nudge up a hill to be thereafter known as Snake Hill
and fold out upon the plain, a hundred miles long
and devouring as it went along.
I told her this snake was Satan.
‘What’s going to happen?’ she squealed;
meanwhile she held me tight.”
—- J. Kerouac — On The Road