Friday, January 29, 2010

salinger dead

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.
The Catcher in the Rye

Please god let there be a big trunk in the study stuffed with manuscripts and someone with the sense to go against a dead man's wishes.

He had to have been writing all these years.

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