Holden Classfield

My brain just exploded with class.  Two quotes from JD's private letters released from Uncle Morgan's library and featured in this NYT article:

Expected: Dinner with Laurence Olivier and Vivien Leigh - “Naturally,” Mr. Salinger recounts with some chagrin, over cocktails “some gin went up my nose. I damn near left by the window.”

Unexpected: reason for fantasizing about visiting Brooklyn - "the faint hope that some kindly old Hasid from the eighteenth century” would invite him home for matzoh ball soup or a cup of tea.