what's the point in knowledge/ wisdom/ genius etc. if youre not happy or, as a result of them, cant face up to the reality of life outside book and theory? isnt there a little suggestion that ignorance is bliss in the stories since few of those blessed with brains are socially able, or their wisdom leads them to disillusionment? (a kind of perverted ideal of the end product of wisdom) sure, franny realises through her brother that we have to accept imperfections, and do goodwill for the sake of goodwill etc. but 1. seymour didnt seem to ever reconcile wisdom and happiness (and he was allegedly the smartest) 2. zooey (who realised that everyone is the fat lady) is still a bit of a patronising arse despite what he says. he says he cant hold conversations etc with people, and bessie accuses him of cruelty to those who aspire to knowledge. so are these people freaks or depressives because of their wisdom, as opposed to the overwhelmingly happy people we might expect to see victims, or is it the case that the fact of their wisdom has made them celebrities and outsiders which, in turn, makes them freaks? as a result of their intelligence they have been singled out (see carpenters when seymour is vehemently defended by his brother) and thus are societal misfits of a kind. pah! im happy being thick and sitting in the pub rather than analysing everything and being regarded as a freaky prodigy.