The Heart of a Broken Story

And in the Third Avenue bus early one morning, Horgenschlag stood over Shirley Lester, and was a dead duck. All because Shirley's mouth was open in a peculiar way. Shirley was reading a cosmetic advertisement in the wall panel of the bus; and when Shirley read, Shirley relaxed slightly at the jaw. And in that short moment while Shirley's mouth was open, lips were parted, Shirley was probably the most fatal one in all Manhattan. Horgenschlag saw in her a positive cure-all for a gigantic monster of loneliness which had been stalking around his heart since he had come to New York. Oh, the agony of it! The agony of standing over Shirley Lester and not being able to bend down and kiss Shirley's parted lips. The inexpressible agony of it!




J. D. Salinger
The Heart of a Broken Story
Esquire XVI, September 1941, Page 32, 131-133

Ich bin enttaeuscht:

Ich bin enttaeuscht:

Nach dem Diebstahl der Tor-Inschrift "Arbeit macht frei" des frueheren NS-Vernichtungslagers Auschwitz hat die polnische Justiz Haftbefehle gegen zwei Maenner in Schweden erlassen. Es soll sich um einen schwedischen Neonazi und einen Migranten aus Ex-Jugoslawien handeln.

Und ich haette darauf gewettet, dass ein paar von Westerwelles BWLern den Schriftzug fuer die Stirnwand des naechsten FDP-Parteitags hatten requirieren und gegen ein neues Schild ueberm Tor von Auschwitz tauschen wollen: "Leistung muss sich wieder lohnen."




Aus Konkret 2/2010, Gremlizas Express

the right mixture

not quite fallen into oblivion

some

"Some people," Edna said, "wanna be alone."





J. D. Salinger
The Young Folks
Story XVI, March-April 1940, pages 26-36

The Prom

For..

For the dubious satisfaction of calling anything in this beautiful, maddening world an unassailable, respectable fact, we are quite firmly obliged, like good-humored prisoners, to fall back on the flimsy information offered in excellent faith by our eyes, hands, ears, and simple, heartrending brains. Do you call that a superb criterion? I do not! It is very touching, without a shadow of a doubt, but it is far, far from superb. It is utter, blind reliance on heartrending, personal agencies.








J.D. Salinger, Hapworth 16, 1924