Another thread made me think about this question.
I think Salinger's Zooey Glass is my fictional counterpart. For one thing, I like to read in the bathtub. For another, Franny-types annoy me, but I love them anyway. For yet another, the big questions won't let me go, no matter how I scowl at them. And I adore that little girl with the red beret and the young dachshund. And as cynical as I can be, I cry when the curtain goes up at Peter Pan. And I believe that if anyone is Jesus, it's the Fat Lady by the radio.
Oh, and I've inherited Bessie Glass's great legs and killing blue Irish eyes.
So, who are you?
I think Salinger's Zooey Glass is my fictional counterpart. For one thing, I like to read in the bathtub. For another, Franny-types annoy me, but I love them anyway. For yet another, the big questions won't let me go, no matter how I scowl at them. And I adore that little girl with the red beret and the young dachshund. And as cynical as I can be, I cry when the curtain goes up at Peter Pan. And I believe that if anyone is Jesus, it's the Fat Lady by the radio.
Oh, and I've inherited Bessie Glass's great legs and killing blue Irish eyes.
So, who are you?
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