A Man Who Hates Phonies. A Man After My Own Heart- Holden Caufield

Has the smoke cleared yet? Rest in peace J.D. Salinger. Thanks.



"When I was all set to go, when I had my bags and all, I stood for a while next to the stairs and took a last look down the goddam corridor. I was sort of crying. I don't know why. I put my red hunting hat on, and turned the peak around to the back, the way I liked it, and then I yelled at the top of my goddam voice, 'Sleep tight, ya morons!'"