“THE WORLD IS A BOOK, AND THOSE WHO STAY AT HOME READ ONLY ONE PAGE”

Aiya Eärendil elenion ancálima!

Cuando escuchamos la canción “Catcher in the Rye” en la voz de un pequeño niño, muchas veces decidimos ser aquella persona que mantiene la infancia lejos del abismo que supone caer desde la colina. Tal vez esta última simbolice el tránsito de la infancia al mundo adulto. Pretendemos mantener a los niños en la inocencia, no dejarlos caer en la corrupción adulta

“You know that song 'If a body catch a body comin' through the rye'? I'd like–” “It's 'If a body meet a body coming through the rye'!” old Phoebe said. “It's a poem. By Robert Burns.” “I know it's a poem by Robert Burns.” She was right, though. It is “If a body meet a body coming through the rye.” I didn't know it then, though. “I thought it was 'If a body catch a body,'” I said. “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'd 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. I know it's crazy.”

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”