I imagine how ; little kids playing in the evening in a huge field in the Rye. Thousands of little kids, and all around - no soul, no adult except me. And I stand at the edge of a cliff over the abyss, you know? And my thing - to catch the children, so they will not break into the abyss. I mean, they play and do not see where to run, and then I run up and catch them to they failed. That's all my work. Keeper of the guys on The Catcher in the Rye. I know it's silly, but it's the only thing I want to
Jerome Salinger
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