Diego wonders, very reasonably, if I regard anorexia as a trivial complaint. No. Certainly not. I've watched too many young women shrivel from it to think of it with anything other than a sinking heart. Nor, actually, did I seriously suggest Franny was anorexic. (Not pregnant either, by the way.) I was, somewhat flippantly, putting her in the context of so many adolescents who, confronted with the imperiousness of their developing bodies, have often rejected that whole physical realm in disgust & sought some kind of alternative in the `spiritual'. After a brief honeymoon with his ideas in my very early days, I'd never mention Jung in the same breath as his teacher. But he did make one very valid observation: that the first half of life is for living & that religious concerns are only really relevant after the age of about forty. Many years after he & Freud had split over the sexual origin of mental drives, he was still magnanimous enough to suggest that young people who became obsessed with the religious & spiritual (which were *his* concerns) would do better learning to live with their own sexual, competitive & survival instincts. Time enough for pondering & evaluating the ends of existence, he suggested, when one had acquired some material to work with. This chimes with my own sympathy with Holden, a young man struggling to discover & assert his own individuality in the face of a hostile world - & my slight impatience with the pampered, sometimes rather gaseous, exchanges of the Glass family. Scottie B.