scenes I ... I have to catch them ... Christmas 2010 Editorial 
! Christmas!
The celebration of family, contemplation, - gifts and mulled wine, Santa Claus and Christmas star and ...
... carol and child in the manger delicately beautiful ...
... so fine, the manger was not really, because the Holy Family goes from door to door
, cold and all the hotel's busy. Damn.
you, tell me, what really makes Holden at Christmas?
Holden?
Yes, Holden Caulfield
, the young man from JD Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye
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The Catcher in the Rye?
Holden and his little sister Phoebe. On the watch he wanted.
We Come hither,
we listen a little, it is condemned just before Christmas:
The scene (original text by JD Salinger cit, n. docs.google.com , S.. 93 f.)
English (German see below):
Phoebe:
Stop swearing. All right, name something else. Name something you'd like to be.
Like a scientist. Or a lawyer or something. "
Holden:
"I couldn't be a scientist. I'm no good in science."
Phoebe
"Well, a lawyer--like Daddy and all."
Holden
"Lawyers are all right, I guess--but it doesn't appeal to me," I said. "I mean they're all right if they go around saving innocent guys' lives all the time, and like that, but you don't do that kind of stuff if you're a lawyer.
All you do is make a lot of dough and play golf and play bridge and buy cars and drink Martinis and look like a hot-shot.
And besides. Even if you did go around saving guys' lives and all, how would you know if you did it because you really wanted to save guys' lives,
or because you did it because what you really wanted to do was be a terrific lawyer, with everybody slapping you on the back and congratulating you in court when the goddam trial was over, the reporters and everybody, the way it is in the dirty movies?
How would you know you weren't being a phony? The trouble is, you wouldn't."
I'm not too sure old Phoebe knew what the hell I was talking about. I mean she's only a little child and all. But she was listening, at least. If somebody at least listens, it's not too bad.
"Daddy's going to kill you. He's going to kill you," she said.
I wasn't listening, though. I was thinking about something else--something crazy.
"You know what I'd like to be?" I said. "You know what I'd like to be? I mean if I had my goddam choice?"
"What? Stop swearing."
"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."
Old Phoebe didn't say anything for a long time. Then, when she said something, all she said was,
"Daddy's going to kill you."
"I don't give a damn if he does," I said. I got up from the bed then, because what I wanted to do, I wanted to phone up this guy (…) "I have to make a phone call," I told Phoebe.
"I'll be right back. Don't go to sleep."
I didn't want her to go to sleep while I was in the living room. I knew she wouldn't but I said it anyway, just to make sure.
While I was walking toward the door, old Phoebe said, "Holden!" and I turned around.
She was sitting way up in bed. She looked so pretty. "I'm taking belching lessons from this girl, Phyllis Margulies," she said. "Listen."
I listened, and I heard something, but it wasn't much. "Good," I said. Then I went
out in the living room (...).
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German.
Phoebe, the little sister:
Stop swearing on. I tell you what else. Say anything you'd like. For example, scientists. Or lawyer or something like that.
Holden:
I could not be a lawyer. I am not a good scientist.
Phoebe:
Well, then just as a lawyer dad and stuff.
Holden:
Lawyers are ok, I think, but it makes me not, I said yes, they already are ok if they save the innocent people all the time and so do the lawyers but not all.
All they do is make a pile of coal, playing golf and drinking Bridge, cars buy, martinis and look great.
And also. Even if they save lives and so, how can you know if he has really done it because he wanted to save someone, or just because he wanted to be a very great lawyer.
To him every pat on the shoulder before and after the court hearing damned, congratulating the reporters and all, just as in these stupid movies? How should I know
that you are not a hypocrite? You may not know, that's the problem.
I do not know if my old Phoebe has figured out what I have spoken. She's just a little girl and all. But they listened, at least this, if anyone is listening at least, that's ever quite well.
dad will kill you. He will kill you. She said.
I heard but did not. I thought of something else, something crazy.
You know what I would like to do? I said. You know what? If I had a goddamn choice?
What? Stop swearing.
Do you know the song "When someone catches a person who running through the rye field? I want-
When someone has a middle man making that comes along with a rye field! Said Phoebe.
This is a poem. By Robert Burns.
I know that this is a poem by Robert Burns.
But she had right. read: If a someone meets a person who comes along through the field.
time I knew it as yet.
I said I thought it means that if a someone a cheater BEGINS. Regardless, I imagine all these little kids playing in this giant field of rye a game and such. Thousands of young children, and no pork is because, I mean no adult - except me.
And I stand at the edge of this rock. My job is to do everything thing I need, I must catch anyone who is about to close to come to the rock - if they can run for example, and not really looking where to run, then I me from somewhere come and catch them.
That's all I do all day. I'm just a catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's really the only thing I really want to be.
I know it's crazy.
My old Phoebe was quite a long time still. Then when she said what it was: Dad will kill you.
is me damn! I said. I stood up from the bed because I wanted to call. (...)
I call must go! I said to Phoebe. I'll be right back. Do not fall asleep.
I did not want them to sleep while I was in the living room. I thought that they would not fall asleep, but I wanted to have said about safety.
So, when I went to the door said, my old Phoebe
Holden!
And I turned around. She sat very upright
on her bed. She looked so cute.
I am now at Rülpslektionen Phyllis. Listen.
I listened and I also heard something, but it was not loud.
Good!
I said.
Then I left the living room.
C. Translation: filmszenen.info
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