"Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody."
- J.D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye
R.I.P.
Update: Via the Book Bench, twelve Salinger stories in the New Yorker.
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R.I.P.
//And that makes us all phonies.
now he's gone, how do we measure privacy?
What a book! What an author!
R.I.P.
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On measuring Privacy:
1 - The Kardashians?
n!
n!: of course, that's one way of doing it, but only if it means i don't have to actually watch any of it. *shudder*
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