At
all events the hipster described in the post-1945 years is not the same man as
the one whose ‘fraternal order’ Mezz Mezzrow joined around 1930. He is the
collective ‘outsider’. He does not live in this world, but escapes from it into
a world of bop music, which the square cannot understand, and pot (marihuana),
of ‘kicks’ — sensations — which the square cannot feel. ‘He may earn his living
as a petty criminal, a hobo, a roustabout, or a free-lance moving man’, it does
not matter how, for the hipster (whose very essence in Mezzrow’s description
was action) no longer acts, but simply exists. Even his one triumph, jive-talk,
seems to have contracted into a featureless, simplified vocabulary of
monosyllables, grunts, and tacit gestures, which serves almost exclusively to
differentiate him from the square. Only two things remain of his former self: a
total refusal to conform to the squares and a savage integrity about his own
standards and the things he likes.

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