If I ever forget to say it when I’m having my arguments/discussions/rantings with you (I can feel them coming as I write), you really do write beautifully. /TLM >From: Scottie Bowman <rbowman@indigo.ie> >Reply-To: bananafish@lists.nyu.edu >To: bananafish@lists.nyu.edu >Subject: bath night >Date: Mon, 16 Aug 1999 20:58:26 +0100 > > > Many features in Salinger announce the advanced > obsessional neurotic: the endlessly self-modifying > phrases & sentences; the lists of objects slavered over > like a miser over his hoarded faeces; the Zen-impregnated > demand for renunciation & control; the shuddering > away from dirt; the squeamish avoidance of the flesh > & all its joys ... > > I could go on all day. > > In view of this, the bathroom is his natural temple: > the one room in the house where the primal golden filth > can be celebrated in secret & washed away in solemn ritual. > > And of course if I were a Jungian I could also point out > the individuating roundness of the mandala-bidet, > the Shadow left as a rim round the bath like the skin > shed by the enantiodromically self-consuming serpent. > > I'm surprised, in a way, he ever gets out of the bath. > > Scottie B. > > > ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com