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 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.
E come direbbe lui: "La gente applaude sempre per le cose sbagliate".

 
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