Precipice

Limited Edition Reproduction, 13" x 13"

“‘You know that song “If a body catch a body comin’ through the rye’? I’d like—”

‘It’s “If a body meet a body coming through the rye’!” old Phoebe said. ‘It’s a poem. By Robert Burns.’

‘I know it’s a poem by Robert Burns.’

She was right, though. It is ‘If a body meet a body coming through the rye.’ I didn’t know it then, though.

‘I thought it was “If a body catch a body,”’ I said. ‘Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around—nobody big, I mean—except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff—I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be. I know it’s crazy.’”

from “The Catcher In The Rye,” by J.D. Salinger