hello . . . on the subject of those little things ingrained in our minds. an old chap i knew once told me that for him goodness had nothing to do with the grand heroic gesture but the seemingly insignificant humble acts from day to day, that, taken together over a lifetime, form a life of selflessness and perhaps this was the ideal . . . as analogy: those little objects (a cigarette on the side of the bath, a folded letter, etc.), written subtly and with no grand significance, taken together, perhaps create a form that has no obvious significance unless taken as whole. aside from the dialogue and ideas floating through, ooh, how about franny/zooey (well i am re- reading it. again), there's for me this underlying form for the objects that has everything to do with their integrity and nothing to do with their individual grand significance. many writers do this but again there's something about salinger that makes this form more vivid, more subtle than any other i can think of. it's more than verisimilitude, more than an affecting attention to detail. with the numerous references to buddhism/christ in f & z, i think it's the relation between these ideas within the tale and the objects that compose it's peculiar world in the telling that mean so much to me, that make it and take it one step further. . . anyone have a feeling on this? ck