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<title>Breitbart.com : \&#039;Catcher in the Rye\&#039; author J.D. Salinger dies</title>
<link>http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D9DGT3005&amp;show_article=1#IDComment54364303</link>
<description>You&amp;#039;re all a bunch of phonies! The main character is the savior of man in his own eyes. That&amp;#039;s the point. &amp;quot;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&amp;#039;s around - nobody big, I mean - except me.  And I&amp;#039;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&amp;#039;re running and they don&amp;#039;t look where they&amp;#039;re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.  That&amp;#039;s all I do all day.  I&amp;#039;d just be the catcher in the rye and all.  I know it&amp;#039;s crazy, but that&amp;#039;s the only thing I&amp;#039;d really like to be.&amp;quot;  ~J.D. Salinger  Boy, when you&amp;#039;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&amp;#039;re dead?  Nobody.  ~J.D. Salinger    RIP </description>
<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 14:45:52 +0000</pubDate>
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