Allegorical text written by J.D. Salinger for his character, Holden Caulfield, in The Catcher in the Rye (1951):
“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.”
Rest in peace, children. We are so very sorry Holden could not save you. We wish you could have been protected.
That is a beautiful epitaph.