07-07-2011, 06:49 PM
Franny&Zooey - J.D. Salinger
I'm just interested in finding our what the hell goes. I mean, do you have to be a goddam bohemian type or dead, for Chrissake, to be a real poet? What do you want - some bastard with wavy hair?
You know, I'm the only one in this family who has no problem, Zooey said. And do you know why? Because any time I'm feeling blue, or puzzled, what I do, I just invite a few people to come visit me in the bathroom, and - well, we iron things out together, that's all.
I like to rite the trains too much. You never get to sit next tot eh window anymore when you're married.
You listening to this? You fat old Druid? he inquired. Or are you just staring at my gorgeous face?
'Why's it so sunny?' she repeated.
Zooey observed her rather narrowly 'I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy.'
Yes, I'm finished! My gosh, what a family. You take your life in your hands if you just blow your nose.
He said that a man should be able to lie at the bottom of a hill with his throat cut, slowly bleeding to death, and if a pretty girl or an old woman should pass by with a beautiful jug balanced perfectly on the top of her head, he should be able to raise himself up on one arm and see the jug safely on the top of the hill.
He says the only people he ever really wants to meet for a drinking somewhere are all either dead or unavailable.
I'm just interested in finding our what the hell goes. I mean, do you have to be a goddam bohemian type or dead, for Chrissake, to be a real poet? What do you want - some bastard with wavy hair?
You know, I'm the only one in this family who has no problem, Zooey said. And do you know why? Because any time I'm feeling blue, or puzzled, what I do, I just invite a few people to come visit me in the bathroom, and - well, we iron things out together, that's all.
I like to rite the trains too much. You never get to sit next tot eh window anymore when you're married.
You listening to this? You fat old Druid? he inquired. Or are you just staring at my gorgeous face?
'Why's it so sunny?' she repeated.
Zooey observed her rather narrowly 'I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy.'
Yes, I'm finished! My gosh, what a family. You take your life in your hands if you just blow your nose.
He said that a man should be able to lie at the bottom of a hill with his throat cut, slowly bleeding to death, and if a pretty girl or an old woman should pass by with a beautiful jug balanced perfectly on the top of her head, he should be able to raise himself up on one arm and see the jug safely on the top of the hill.
He says the only people he ever really wants to meet for a drinking somewhere are all either dead or unavailable.