If you do, you start missing everybody (J.D. Salinger)
'Hey, Horwitz,' I said. 'You ever pass by the lagoon in Central Park? Down by Central Park South?'
'The what?'
'The lagoon. That little lake, like, there. Where the ducks are. You know.'
'The what?'
'The lagoon. That little lake, like, there. Where the ducks are. You know.'
'Yeah, what about it?'
'Well, you know the ducks that swim around in it? In the springtime and all? Do you happen to know where they go in the winter-time, by any chance?'
'Where who goes?'
'The ducks. Do you know, by any chance? I mean, does somebody come around in a truck or something and take them away, or do they fly away by themselves - go south or something?'
'The ducks. Do you know, by any chance? I mean, does somebody come around in a truck or something and take them away, or do they fly away by themselves - go south or something?'
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Estuve en Central Park en invierno. Fui al lago. Los patos no se habían marchado. Estaban juntos en un pequeño espacio de agua en mitad del lago congelado. ¿Por qué nadie se lo dice a Holden Caulfield? Estoy hecho un auténtico lio.
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Y es que yo diría que el tema está en saber cuál es más real: el autor o el personaje.
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