There isn't anyone out there who isn't Seymour's fat lady
Best thing ever happened: I became obsessed with a line of a song I'd heard on the end credits for "Entourage" (charming new HBO show- Adrian Grenier is walking sex, I'll even forgive him for co-staring with Melissa Joan Hart [fuck you, I know how to spell both their names correctly, I've always possessed an unnecessary aptitude for such a thing] in that abomination of a teen movie), I literally couldn't get it out of my head, it was this mental itch I needed to scratch, so I looked it up on HBO's website, and it turns out I HAVE THE SONG ON MY COMPUTER. The song's part of an album I'd downloaded a while ago in ye old Hub days but I'd never listened to. I certainly must have performed some amazing and divinely altruistic act this summer to deserve such a beneficent karmic reward.
So I just re-read "Raise High the Roofbeam, Carpenters" and "Seymour: An Introduction", and I think my romantic life is going to be seriously hindered by my love for Salinger's fictional Glass men. Really, can anyone compare to my Seymour or Zooey?
So I just re-read "Raise High the Roofbeam, Carpenters" and "Seymour: An Introduction", and I think my romantic life is going to be seriously hindered by my love for Salinger's fictional Glass men. Really, can anyone compare to my Seymour or Zooey?