24 de setembro de 2009


"All of a sudden I quit lighting matches, and sort of leaned nearer to her over the table. I had quite a few topics on my mind. "Hey, Sally," I said.
"What?" she said. She was looking at some girl on the other side of the room.
"Did you ever get fed up?" I said. "I mean did you ever get scared that everything was going to go lousy unless you did something? I mean do you like school, and all that stuff?"
"It's a terrifc bore."
"I mean do you hate it? I know it's a terrif bore, but do you hate it, is what I mean."
"Well, I don't exactly hate it. You always have to-""
"Well, I hate it. Boy, do I hate it," I said. "But it isn't just that. It's everything. I hate living in New York and all. Taxicabs, and Madison Avenue buses, with the drivers and all always yelling at you to get out at the rear door, and being introduced to phony guys that call the Lunts angels, and going up and down in elevators when you just want to go outside, and guys fitting your pants all the time at Brooks, and peole always-"
"Don't shout, please," old Sally said. Which was very funny, because I wasn't even shouting."

(The catcher in the rye, J.D. Salinger)