Let me repeat. I have not read all the work of this present generation of writing. I have not had time yet. So I must speak only of the ones I do know. I am thinking now of what I rate the best one$$$ Salinger's Catcher in the Rye$$$ perhaps because this

Let me repeat. I have not read all the work of this present generation of writing. I have not had time yet. So I must speak only of the ones I do know. I am thinking now of what I rate the best one$$$ Salinger's Catcher in the Rye$$$ perhaps because this one expresses so completely what I have tried to say. A youth$$$ father to what will must someday be a man$$$ more intelligent than some and more sensitive than most$$$ who he would not even have called it by instinct because he did not know he possessed it because God perhaps had put it there$$$ loved man and wished to be a part of mankind$$$ humanity$$$ who tried to join the human race and failed. To me$$$ his tragedy was not that he was$$$ as he perhaps thought$$$ not tough enough or brave enough or deserving enough to be accepted into humanity. His tragedy was that when he attempted to enter the human race$$$ there was no human race there. There was nothing for him to do save buzz$$$ frantic and inviolate$$$ inside the glass wall of his tumbler$$$ until he either gave up or was himself$$$ by himself$$$ by his own frantic buzzing$$$ destroyed.