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.
The Catcher in the Rye