For this edition of random memory unearthed - I'm taking you back at the time when I was seventeen. I was a college sophomore in UP and it was the semester I took Comm III. Our instructor took the whole class outside. She sat down and asked each one of us to stand a good 15-20 feet away and recite from memory one paragraph of our choice.
This was mine.
"This fall I think you're riding for—it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started."
Written as a last remark on my comment sheet was, "Nice excerpt." What can I say? Salinger's got my back.
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