I read something in a book that a friend went to scarily flattering lengths to acquire for me. Whether it's the sort of book that you're supposed to have your friends go to flattering lengths to acquire I don't know yet. Perhaps it might be useful or atleast mildly interesting to tell you the name of the book which is Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters. Seymour: an Introduction. I hope your curiosity is wonderfully satisfied but not completely because that would be tragic. Whether or not the book is worth the trouble is rally beside the point because I'm unconditionally in love with Salinger and because it's only being mentioned in this blog for a line in it that is neither incredibly significant nor representative of the book as a whole,it does however, put a certain ambition I have very concisely, simply and rather elegantly in it's languid simplicity. I strongly suspect that I've built up to this too much and consequently bitter disappointment will become attached to one of my favourite writers.
How mehish.
