Holden Caulfield

I was surrounded by phonies. They
were coming in the goddam window.

No matter how successfully we silence the Little Bastard Within, we always know he’s there; that muffled voice calling bullshit, that inner Holden Caulfield reminding us of what phonies we are. However we might suppress his message, he’s always in there; the unkillable and unsilenceable voice of truth. We know what he has to say and we know what he wants, which is why eyes-closed, fear-based, egoclad, herdbound juveniles dedicate so much energy to muzzling him. 

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