Mannoush Tuvis’s Reviews > Franny and Zooey > Status Update

He had a theory, Walt, that the religious life, and all the agony that goes with it, is just something God sicks on people who have the gall to accuse Him of having created an ugly world.

Then he began to lather his face. His lathering technique was very much out of the ordinary, although identical in spirit with his actual shaving technique. That is, he didn't watch where his brush was moving but, instead, looked directly into his own eyes, as though his eyes were neutral territory, a no man's land in a private war against narcissism he had been fighting since he was seven or eight years old.

You know what your heart is, Bessie? Would you like to know what your heart is? Your heart, Bessie, is an autumn garage.

What a great story 'Franny' is. Loved the last sentence.