There is at this moment a beetle the size of god's ass on the table about six inches from the t-writer. It is worse than anything Kafka ever dreamed, so big I can see its eyes and the hair on its legs — jesus, suddenly it leaped off and now circles me with a menacing whir.
Letter to Paul Semonin (26 May 1962), p. 337 - The Proud Highway : The Fear and Loathing Letters Volume I (1997)