Thursday, October 16, 2008
catcher, post 3.
catcher, post 2
"The best thing, though, in that museum, was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody'd move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those two fish, the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole, with their pretty antlers and their pretty, skinny legs, and that squaw with the naked bosom would still be weaving that same blanket. Nobody'd be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you'd be so much older or anything. You'd just be different, that's all. You'd have an overcoat on this time. Or the kid that was your partner in line the last time had got scarlet fever and you'd have a new partner. Or you'd have a substitute taking the class, instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you'd heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you'd just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean you'd be different in some way-I can't explain what I mean. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it." pages 121-122.
When I read this passage I immediately put a stickey note in the page, because I knew it was something worth writing about when I wrote in my blog. This has been one of my favorite quotes while reading the book, because I think the way Holden talks is something many people can relate to. He is saying how he loves the museum because everything is always the same, even if you are not. The statues never move, and neither do the displays. Time never lapses, everything is frozen. However with people, even if you are just wearing different clothes or a different hairstyle the next time you are at the museum, something is different about you. When Holden mentioned the "gasoline puddles in the street," I think it shows how there is another side of him that pays attention to the close details and cares about the small aspects in life. In most of the story, he is either complaining, calling himself depressed, or smoking a cigarette. But, in these moments, you can truly see the real Holden.