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Surrounded by Phonies
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I'm Holden Caulfied I'm sixteen years old. If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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I've never been so goddam happy in my entire life.
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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He gave her a look you could have poured on a waffle.
-Ring Lardner
This reminds of Jane, it really does.
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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I can’t stand it, I can’t breathe, life is impossible.
~Ring Lardner
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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I'm never going home again. Headed west.
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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I'm so overwhelmed.
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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Can someone please tell me what this means...
The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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Someone help these children from growing into a bunch of damn phonies.
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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O Jenny is all wet, poor body, Jenny is seldom dry: She draggled all her petticoats, Coming through the rye! Coming through the rye, poor body, Coming through the rye, She draggled all her petticoats, Coming through the rye! Should a body meet a body Coming through the rye, Should a body kiss a body, Need a body cry? Should a body meet a body Coming through the glen, Should a body kiss a body, Need the world know? Should a body meet a body Coming through the grain, Should a body kiss a body, The thing is a body’s own.
Robert Burns, Comin Through The Rye 
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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I don't understand why she won't go to Vermont. What a pain in the ass.
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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And my search for the ducks continue...
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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What a peculiar night... So confused about what to feel
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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Where do the damn ducks go ?!
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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Headed to Greenwich.
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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There isn't any night club in the world you can sit in for a long time unless you can at least by some liquor and get drunk. Or unless your with some girl that really knocks you out.
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holdenitin-blog · 12 years ago
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What am I doing in this crumby place. It is full of crumby people doing crumby things. 
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