I can't stop loving this book.
I live in New York, and I was thinking about the lagoon in Central Park, down near Central Park South.
I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home, and if it was, where did the ducks go?
I was wondering where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over.
I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away to a zoo or something. Or if they just flew away.
The Catcher in the Rye.
Vivo en Nueva York, y en ese momento estaba pensando en la laguna de Central Park, cerca de Central Park South.
Me preguntaba si ya estaría helada cuando llegara a casa, y si lo estaba, ¿ dónde habrían ido los patos ?
Me preguntaba dónde iban los patos cuando la laguna se congelaba.
Me preguntaba si algún tipo venía en un camión y se los llevaba al zoo o algo.
O sencillamente se marchaban volando.
El guardián entre el centeno.
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It was lousy in the park. [...] It made you depressed, and every once in a while, for no reason, you got goose flesh while you walked. It didn't seem at all like Christmas was coming soon. It didn't seem like anything was coming.
Fa massa temps que no he estat a Nova York. Hi ha coses que he oblidat. Hi ha coses que hauria de reviure. M'acabo d'enrecordar que algun dia hi he de tornar durant una temporadeta.
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