My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
Catcher in the Rye had a profound impact on me-the idea that we all have lots of dreams that are slowly being chipped away as we grow up.
While we're living the dreams we have as children fade away'. Not if you support United!
And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the day.
The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.
Life moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age brings the red flare again.
