A tribute to J.D. Salinger's Holden Caulfield

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I saw him out of the corner of my eye, staring at me, bewilderly, in the opposite hotel, behind the curtains in his room. And there he remained for quite a long time, slightly moving.

http://www.sharp.arts.gla.ac.uk/issue6/issue_6_part2/Werner.pdf

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