Monday, January 26, 2009

Best explains me.

Coming Through the Rye
by Robert Burns
(1759-1796)



Coming thro' the rye, poor body,
Coming thro' the rye,
She draiglet a' her petticoatie
Coming thro' the rye.


O, Jenny's a' wat, poor body;
Jenny's seldom dry;
She draiglet a' her petticoatie
Coming thro' the rye.


Gin a body meet a body
Coming thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body -
Need a body cry?


Gin a body meet a body
Coming thro' the glen,
Gin a body kiss a body -
Need the warld ken?


"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's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'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're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be."


~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 22, spoken by the character Holden Caulfield

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