"And what do we say about all this obsession with innocence?

 Salinger would be a companion to young women, real young women, for years,

 and then, one fateful night, he would sleep with them and the friendship would end. 

After that, after he fucked them, they were no longer the innocent ones 

running through the rye to be caught before they went over the cliff.

 They had gone over, and he had been the one to push them."