Public Apology:
I deeply apologize for yesterday’s entry.
When I read it again this morning, I felt like my brain was going to explode. Who knew such filth could come from anywhere but my anus? It appears I need a sphincter for my brain to regulate the leakage of teeny-bopperness that lives deep down somewhere within me.
But… more on that another day.
“It nearly killed me.”
…holden caulfield makes me think.
So, in true back-to-school fashion (even though I’m 22 now), I went to Barnes yesterday and bought (among other books on the required reading table) Catcher in the Rye. After finishing a couple of the other books that I bought which were both written in a woman’s point of view by women (Secret Garden and Rebecca), I was surprised and a little refreshed by the difference in the voice of the narration.
What was most interesting is that because I was thinking along in an especially feminine point of view [probably due to reading the two other books in quick succession], I noticed even more clearly that the more involved I became with Holden [the main character in Catcher], the more I began to think with Holden’s voice in my mind. I even started inserted some of his catch phrases into my train of thought while I was thinking of other things.
It’s wonderous, how easily mouldable the mind can be.
In what ways do you tend to pick up the mannerisms of the media in which you immerse yourself? Quotes? Movements? Thoughts?
