"All I know is I'm losing my mind," Franny said. "I'm just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else's. I'm sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It's digusting - it is, it is. I don't care what anybody says."
Lane raised his eyebrows at that, and sat back, the better to make his point. "You sure you're just not afraid of competing?" he asked with studied quietness.
"I'm not afraid to compete. It's just the opposite. Don't you see that? I'm afraid I will compete - that's what scares me. That's why I quit the Theatre Department. Just because I'm so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else's values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn't make it right. I'm ashamed of it. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash."
Franny and Zooey, J.D. Salinger
So much truth. You have a habit of finding the truth, Alice Rezende. Have we discussed the term seeker before? Another term I grew up through the strange marital circumstances of my parents. You seek and you find. You're a born seeker. J.D. Salinger just liked narcotics.
ReplyDeleteTell me about it. I feel like a cig break everytime I read over 5 pages. Seek and you shall find mate.
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