O birisi birisiyle çavdar tarlasında karşılaşır şeklinde dedi. Biliyorum bu Robert Burns'un şiiri.
Evet haklıydı.O "Birisi birisiyle çavdar tarlasında karşılaşırsa". Bilmiyordum. Ben onu birisi birisini çavdar tarlasında yakalarsa zannediyordum, dedim. Her neyse, gözümün önüne bu büyük çavdar tarlasında oynayan küçük çocukları getiriyorum.Binlerce küçük çocuk ve başka hiçkimse yok -büyükleri kastediyorum- benim dışımda.Çılgın bir uçurumun başında oturuyorum. Ne yapmalıyım, bir yerlerden oraya nereye koştuklarının farkında olmadan, uçurumdan atlayacaklarından habersiz gelen çocukları yakalamalıyım. Bütün gün bunu yapmak isterdim. Ben kesinlikle sadece çavdar tarlasında bir yakalayıcı olmak isterdim.Biliyorum bu gerçekten çılgınca ama gerçekten benimseyebildiğim tek fikir bu.Biliyorum bu delice.
The thing is, it's really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs - if yours are really good ones and theirs aren't. You think if they're intelligent and all, the other person, and have a good sense of humor, that they don't give a damn whose suitcases are better, but they do.
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That's something that annoys the hell out of me- I mean if somebody says the coffee's all ready and it isn't
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من چاخان ترین آدمی ام که کسی تو عمرش دیده. افتضاحه. حتا وقتا دارم می رم سر کوچه مجله بخرم، اگه کسی ازم بپرسه کجا داری می ری نذر دارم که بگم دارم می رم اپرا.وحشتناکه
J.D. Salingerهیچ وقت به هیشکی چیزی نگو. اگه بگی دلت برا همه تنگ می شه.
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I say that the true artist-seer, the heavenly fool who can and does produce beauty, is mainly dazzled to death by his own scruples, the blinding shapes and colors of his own human conscience.
J.D. SalingerIf you're a poet, you do something beautiful. I mean, you're supposed to leave something beautiful after you get off the page and everything. The ones you're talking about don't leave a single, solitary thing beautiful. All that maybe the slightly better ones do is sort of get inside your head and leave something there, but just because they do, just because they know how to leave something, it doesn't have to be a poem for heaven's sake. It may just be some kind of terribly fascinating, syntaxy droppings--excuse the expression. Like Manlius and Esposito and all those poor men.
J.D. SalingerI thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn't have to have any goddam stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something, they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. They'd get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I'd be through with having conversations for the rest of my life.
J.D. SalingerChrist, it's embarrassing--I start thinking about this goddam poem I sent her when we first started goin' around together. `Rose my color is. and white, Pretty mouth and green my eyes.' Christ, it's embarrassing--it used to remind me of her. She doesn't have green eyes--she has eyes like goddam sea shells, for Chrissake.
J.D. SalingerThere were half circles under her eyes and other, subtler signs that mark an acutely troubled young girl, but nonetheless no one could have missed seeing that she was first-class beauty.
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