Saturday, January 29, 2011

16.


"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing
some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands
of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I
mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of
some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch
everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean
if they're running and they don't look where they're
going I have to come out from somewhere and catch
them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher
in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the
only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy."

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