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Spoiler Alert : The Catcher in the Rye

“I have a feeling that you’re riding for some kind of a terrible, terrible fall. But I don’t honestly know what kind… Are you listening to me?” “Yes.” “It might be the kind where, at the age of thirty, you sit in some bar hating everyone who comes in looking as if he might have played football in college. Then again, you might pick up just enough education to hate people who say, ‘It’s a secret between he and I.’ Or you may end up in some business office, throwing paper-clips at the nearest stenographer. I just don’t know. But do you know what I’m driving at, at all?” "...This fall I think you're riding for --it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind.The man isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply

Kids.

Children, though usually bugging are rather interestingly cute sometimes. Here are a few episodes that deserve a mention. Venue: Kota. Child: Landlord's grandkid. [I've come back from my class, and I'm climbing up the stairs. As I pass the middle floor, which is the landlord's living place, I see the Landlord's grandchild, about 4-5 yrs old, and looking up at me, as I pass. I smile at him, as he continues chewing the food, that his mother is probably feeding to him. I reach my room, open it and realize that I'd left something downstairs. I lose the bag, and go down. On my way down, the child is not there, as he's probably gone to get his next bite of the food from his mother. After finding whatever it was I had left behind, I start climbing the stairs, and again as I pass the middle floor, the child is there.] Kid: *Astonished* I JUST saw you go up!!!! Me: Yeah? .. Nice! Kid: There are TWO of you!!!! :O Me: Are you sure? Maybe I came back down when you weren

Glittering Pink Ocean

Hello everyone. I'm gonna talk about poems today. So there are a few types of poetry: Type 1 “Poetry is like the glittering pink ocean. It sounds beautiful and delectable, but you really have no idea what is going on. I mean, glittering pink ocean? WTF?” ~ Lord Byron on poetry [ source ] This is the kind of poetry that mostly everyone admires. Its key features are: 1. Use of big fancy words. 2. The lack of clarity of thought and hence the profound presence of vagueness. 3. The lack of the intention to actually say anything at all, as long as you get to say anything. This kind of poetry is famous, mostly because noone really knows what the hell is up, and they wouldn't be caught dead admitting it, so they make up their own version of what the poet is tryin to say it leaves so much for personal interpretation, that the perception of what the poetry is about is left entirely up to the reader. Generic poetry is perhaps one of the most common forms of modern poetry. Much of it cons