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Feb 19, 2005 13:12

The first time in a long time I see myself reflected in a character in literature; and he's a deplorable, viciously egotistical, apathetic, charlatan chowderhead.

(from Sparknotes, Salinger's 'Franny and Zooey')

Lane Coutell -
Franny Glass's boyfriend, Lane represents much of the phoniness and egotism in intellectualism and academics that Franny cannot stand. He is fairly insensitive to her breakdown and only talks about wanting her to read a paper that he got a good grade on.

With all of the occupations demanding my time this semester, I find myself consistently questioning my character, judgement, ability and intellect. How can I expect anyone else to respect me if I cannot even be certain that I've earned my own respect? Is this really a good time for me to be trying to redefine myself? Is there ever a bad time for trying to redefine oneself?

I need to start writing again, I think. I need to write more and study more and do more, and stop sitting around and stop kidding myself. I need to start saying things, and stop just fucking talking all goddamn time.

The only one who can take care of me is me.
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