“Nothing behind me,
Everything ahead of me,
As is ever so On the Road”
On the Road by Jack Kerouac is one of America’s most loved and cherished novels of the twentieth century. Its beautiful and poetic prose has been admired and has inspired countless artists and writers from around the world, throughout the years like The Beatles, Jim Morrison of The Doors, Lana Del Rey, Allen Ginsberg, and Hunter S. Thompson.
The last paragraph or page of any book is arguably one of the most important parts. A strong finish will satisfy and gladden readers when they finally close a book and bask in its significance. In this post, I’ll be narrating the last paragraph which captures so much and really sums up the story that occurred On the Road, giving us a profound image of a dreamy night starting in New Jersey and spanning the entire country in one super-long sentence.
The Last Paragraph of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road:
So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars’ll be out, and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.