Seymour absolutely is THE bananafish, the masthead on which our freak flag flies. All the talk about remembering the sight and feel of Charlotte's dress, the appropriate sentimentality of "John Keats/John Keats/John, Please put your scarf on" ... all the instances of Seymour's hypersensitivity to stimuli are proof of his condition, banana fever. Seymour (or any human representative of the bananafish in the canon) gobbles up emotional response to stimuli as the b-fish gobbles the bananas; he gets full and explodes (commits suicide) because he can't swim out of the hole, which here is his inability to reconcile the beautiful or ugly stimuli with the very quotidian aspects of everyday life. He is overwhelmed, as the fish is overfed: he is a glutton for that innocent, perfect beauty as the fish is a glutton for that fruit. It is a "Perfect" day for him because, by killing himself, he relieves the pressure building up in his (emotional) guts. Please forgive those aspects of the above which have, I'm sure, appeared all over the list before. rick