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J. D. Salinger

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There’s no more to Holden Caulfield. Read the book again. It’s all there. Holden Caulfield is only a frozen moment in time.
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On the main character in his novel The Catcher in the Rye, as quoted in "Salinger Asks Appeals Court to Uphold Ban on ‘Catcher’ Sequel" in The New York Times (14 August 2009)

 
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