From the noble to the ignoble. I’ve chosen this not for its intriguing title or for its moving ending (even for a Salinger agnostic like myself) but because in order to access this story, you have to travel to Princeton University Library where you can only read it supervised after checking in behind closed doors. There’s something that interests me in things we cannot easily have and the attraction of the forbidden or just being tantalised but also how it’s essentially an illusory feeling. Anyways, for those of you who still like vaguely illicit things, someone posted a link to it here that I couldn’t possibly recommend clicking on.
Unpublished
A Personal Anthology 