Jerome David Salinger. The catcher in the rye (№ 45042)

Could be a hundred thousand times to pass, and always eskimo was fishing and two have been caught, the birds always flew South, the deer were drinking water from a stream, and horns they were all so beautiful, and the legs are the same thin, and this Indian woman with bare Breasts was always weaving the same rug. Nothing's changed. Changing only yourself. And it's not like you'd be so much older. It's not that. But you changed, and everything. That you were wearing a new coat. You were paired with someone else, because your old friend was ill with scarlet fever. And then another teacher is miss Aigletinger brought the class to the Museum. Or you'd heard mother and father arguing in the bathroom. And maybe you saw in the street a puddle and it rainbows of gasoline. In short, you have something was wrong - I don't know how to explain what it was. And maybe I can, but what you do not want.