Thursday, January 28, 2010

In the World but Not of It

Hide not thy tears on this last day
Your sorrow has no shame;
To march no more midst lines of gray;
No longer play the game.
Four years have passed in joyful ways — Wouldst stay those old times dear?
Then cherish now these fleeting days,
The few while you are here.

Written by J.D. Salinger in 1934.

Mr. Salinger has now leapt out of our sight for good - finding perfection in his own world - as any artist should.

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