From Frederick Exley's A Fan's Notes, 1968:
There are certain appeals that quite startle and benumb the heart: Hamlet the Dane's "Hamlet, remember me" to his son; Hester's "Surely, surely, we have ransomed one another, with all this woe!" to the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale; Willie Stark's "It might have been all different, Jack. . . . You got to believe that"to Jack Burden; I thought of one such appeal looking at Paddy. I thought of Holden Caulfield's line when his sister Phoebe was riding round and round on the carousel in the rain -- "God, I wish you could've been there."
The state had given him a neat, black wool topcoat, a cheap though nice-looking brown suit, and a pair of sleek-black, patent-leather shoes. In his right hand he carried a small Gladstone bag, containing, no doubt, the entire viaticum of a life spent badly; still he looked, from that distance where one could not determine the material worth of his outfit, like a man just stepped off a plane at some World Capital, a man bound on a mission of forbidding gravity.
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