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Iarna trecută am văzut o animaţie făcută de o unguroaică, doar din turtă dulce. Era despre o mulţime de oameni care s-au otrăvit cu turtă dulce şi au murit. A murit tot satul. Povestea era în ungureşte însă avea subtitrare în engleză. A fost foarte frumoasă animaţia. M-a lovit nostalgia. Când eram mic mergeam la băile Felix cu bunicii. Acolo se prindeau ungurii şi vedeam animaţii în ungureşte la televizor. Acelea nu erau subtitrate, iar eu nu înţeleg o iotă. Dar erau drăguţe.

J.D. Salinger, author of one of my favourite novels, has passed away a week ago at 91 years of age, at his home in New Hampshire. Jerome David withdrew from the literary world in 1965. Since then he has been writing but not publishing. There have been constant rumors that he has manuscripts of as many as fifteen novels locked up in his safe. People have kept pestering him with useless sequels to his novel, biographies containing letters of his to other authors and friends, mail that has mostly been hell.

J.D. Salinger, photo: Paul Adao

This letter from July 1957 contains his response to a certain Mr. Herbert, movie producer. In the letter, Salinger politely refuses to sell the rights to his novel, Catcher in the Rye, citing several reasons.