Happy Birthday, Mr. Salinger.
From Dead Caulfields.
90 today. Still no new book. But Axl Rose wrote a song called Catcher In The Rye.
When all is said and done
We’re not the only ones
Who look at life this way
That’s what the old folks say
But every time I’d see them
Makes me wish I had a gun
The original source of the title: “Coming Through the Rye” by the Scottish poet Robert Burns (1759-1796)
Coming thro’ the rye, poor body,
Coming thro’ the rye,
She draiglet a’ her petticoatie
Coming thro’ the rye.
O, Jenny’s a’ wat, poor body;
Jenny’s seldom dry;
She draiglet a’ her petticoatie
Coming thro’ the rye.
Gin a body meet a body
Coming thro’ the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body –
Need a body cry?
Gin a body meet a body
Coming thro’ the glen,
Gin a body kiss a body –
Need the warld ken?