There once a young lad named Holden, who steriotyped as often as a grizzly bear searching for food in the frigid winds of late November. His morals, although seemingly different than most, are generally identical to those of his peers: the desire to be loved, while establishing an abudentcy of lies to get his way, only to have the morbid feeling of regret and despair. This timeless feeling is universal, and a part of human nature. Without it, mankind would live an unethical lifestyle, one which would be tolerated by even the upmost athorities.
The notorious Spanish proverb once exclaimed, "A wise man changes his mind, a fool never". Holden, according to the means society, became a wise man by the end of the novel by learning from his mishaps, and furthermore, his misfortune. This is something which prevails in all teenagers; learning from failiure, and making the choice whether to continue to pursue your personal legend, or give up and hope for the best. When Holden annonces, "That killed me" (176 Salinger), it really disheartens the soul of the reader. It's a sign of weakness from Holden, and we, the readers, can only hope for the best for such a lost and lonely lad.