I just love all his "weird descriptions".
He hates "Grand", He hates "Good Luck". He hates almost everything and almost everything depressed him. Every present ends up making him sad. He can't stand anything phony in his "Cabin". Boy, was he world-weary.
But he cares about if she still keeps all kings in the back row. He cares about where the ducks go in the winter. He cares about what the kids would think when seeing "Fuck You". He felt sorry about just giving ten bucks to the nuns. he can be damn happy getting soaked in the rain watching Phoebe keep going around and around on the carrousel. He just wanna be the cather in the rye
"What really knocks me out is about that, when you're done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you feel like it." Salinger is this kind of friend of mine I could call him up.