I'm waiting at my roommates' apartment here in Canton: I live there too. I'm low on cash waiting in my care box (a box full of food and treats) and an envelope full of cash from my parents. I'm a college student and I depend on my parents for my money and everything else, well mostly. So I don't want to eat a lot of my roommates' food because it already allows me to stay here basically for free even though I pay. I look through my latest box of gifts to see if I can find anything. I found some sardines. If you know anything about sardines, you know that they have an overpowering stench and in most cases you will have to clean the entire house with a huge amount of bleach to eradicate the smell. Furthermore, being usually cheap, they are poor cuisine. So I eat. Marcus eats too. He's eating a huge steak - a steak from Texas Road House - a restaurant with pretty authentic Texan food - I say kind of because I'm not exactly sure what authentic Texans eat - he got the steak for free because of Veterans Day. Marcus of course he offers me a piece. I gladly decline your offer. And finally he launches into this whole spiel about how I expect him to feel when he eats steak and I eat sardines for dinner. The first thing I think about is that the amount of money my parents send me is probably more than what he makes in a six month period, but I always seem to quickly waste it on fast food and whatever else. Even though my family is wealthy, I still happily ate a piece of steak that I wanted a piece of but didn't want him to know I wanted a piece. The harvester and the rye express this same social class and it too dares to overturn them. When H......middle of paper......roams around the society following every rule and lives a life full of worldly activities. Holden realizes that there are no rules in life: you can do what you see fit. Everyone else wanted to be confined, labeled, branded, but Holden didn't necessarily want to stay out but he didn't want to be sane like everyone else. Morality is something that gives you the power to be your own compass of judgment: it just so happened that Holden chose himself and not adults, not society, not social class. He lives beyond the boundaries that labels give and has created a melting pot. he saw the logos and did everything in his power to overthrow it: he wanted it balanced even if it had many contradictions, he knew that a life spent in the shadows of society was equivalent to a drone, even death. Many times he has put his own well-being at risk for the dismantling of the hierarchy. “If moralism, judgmentalism