> If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn’t rub out even half the “Fuck you” signs in the world. It’s impossible.
> It was so nice and peaceful. Then, all of a sudden, you’d never guess what I saw on the wall. Another “Fuck you.” It was written with a red crayon or something, right under the glass part of the wall, under the stones. That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you’re not looking, somebody’ll sneak up and write “Fuck you” right under your nose.
I think that's also the point that J. D. Salinger may have been trying to make here.
Peace is a good, well constructed, true and correct data set. There is no peace. One must always correct for the lack of peace.
> If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn’t rub out even half the “Fuck you” signs in the world. It’s impossible.
> It was so nice and peaceful. Then, all of a sudden, you’d never guess what I saw on the wall. Another “Fuck you.” It was written with a red crayon or something, right under the glass part of the wall, under the stones. That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you’re not looking, somebody’ll sneak up and write “Fuck you” right under your nose.
I think that's also the point that J. D. Salinger may have been trying to make here.
Peace is a good, well constructed, true and correct data set. There is no peace. One must always correct for the lack of peace.