WHERE IS THE CATCHER? "Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around -nobody big, I mean- except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff, I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy”. “The Catcher in the Rye” , JD Salinger. Is it possible to really smile at tenderness, to laugh wholeheartedly at something frank and uncomplicated, without a subsequent sharp blow to the stomach? As adults living in this toxic society of humans, is that really possible? By the way, I am an idealist! I really am an extre...