Would Clowny dive bomb a lively conversation about favorite books and insist that Catcher In the Rye is, primarily, about baseball? No. Clowny would be opposed to this type of weirdo behavior. And would Clowny then go on, like a wolverine, and spout platitudes about how it is one hundred percent certain that J.D. Salinger wrote that book with the great American pastime in mind, holding on to this false theory even when swallowing mud while getting gulped up by an unruly, unforgivable tub of quicksand? Never. Clowny would recognize his ignorance immediately and shut his multi-colored gob, therefore allowing the others engaged in the conversation to continue talking without any unwanted and inaccurate schmutz.
Thank you Clowny for sharing your wisdom. We know that when we listen to you we will never be led astray.