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THECATCHERINTHERYEbyJ.D.SalingerTOMYMOTHER1Ifyoureallywanttohearaboutit,thefirstthingyou'llprobablywanttoknowiswhereIwasborn,anwhatmylousychildhoodwaslike,andhowmyparentswereoccupiedandallbeforetheyhadme,andallthatDavidCopperfieldkindofcrap,butIdon'tfeellikegoingintoit,ifyouwanttoknowthetruth.Inthefirstplace,thatstuffboresme,andinthesecondplace,myparentswouldhaveabouttwohemorrhagesapieceifItoldanythingprettypersonalaboutthem.They'requitetouchyaboutanythinglikethat,especiallymyfather.They'reniceandall--I'mnotsayingthat--butthey'realsotouchyashell.Besides,I'mnotgoingtotellyoumywholegoddamautobiographyoranything.I'lljusttellyouaboutthismadmanstuffthathappenedtomearoundlastChristmasjustbeforeIgotprettyrun-downandhadtocomeouthereandtakeiteasy.Imeanthat'sallItoldD.B.about,andhe'smybrotherandall.He'sinHollywood.Thatisn'ttoofarfromthiscrumbyplace,andhecomesoverandvisitsmepracticallyeveryweekend.He'sgoingtodrivemehomewhenIgohomenextmonthmaybe.HejustgotaJaguar.OneofthoselittleEnglishjobsthatcandoaroundtwohundredmilesanhour.Itcosthimdamnnearfourthousandbucks.He'sgotalotofdough,now.Hedidn'tuseto.Heusedtobejustaregularwriter,whenhewashome.Hewrotethisterrificbookofshortstories,TheSecretGoldfish,incaseyouneverheardofhim.Thebestoneinitwas"TheSecretGoldfish."Itwasaboutthislittlekidthatwouldn'tletanybodylookathisgoldfishbecausehe'dboughtitwithhisownmoney.Itkilledme.Nowhe'soutinHollywood,D.B.,beingaprostitute.Ifthere'sonethingIhate,it'sthemovies.Don'tevenmentionthemtome.WhereIwanttostarttellingisthedayIleftPenceyPrep.PenceyPrepisthisschoolthat'sinAgerstown,Pennsylvania.Youprobablyheardofit.You'veprobablyseentheads,anyway.Theyadvertiseinaboutathousandmagazines,alwaysshowingsomehotshotguyonahorsejumpingoverafence.LikeasifallyoueverdidatPenceywasplaypoloallthetime.Ineverevenoncesawahorseanywhereneartheplace.Andunderneaththeguyonthehorse'spicture,italwayssays:"Since1888wehavebeenmoldingboysintosplendid,clear-thinkingyoungmen."Strictlyforthebirds.Theydon'tdoanydamnmoremoldingatPenceythantheydoatanyotherschool.AndIdidn'tknowanybodytherethatwassplendidandclear-thinkingandall.Maybetwoguys.Ifthatmany.AndtheyprobablycametoPenceythatway.Anyway,itwastheSaturdayofthefootballgamewithSaxonHall.ThegamewithSaxonHallwassupposedtobeaverybigdealaroundPencey.Itwasthelastgameoftheyear,andyouweresupposedtocommitsuicideorsomethingifoldPenceydidn'twin.Irememberaroundthreeo'clockthatafternoonIwasstandingwaythehellupontopofThomsenHill,rightnexttothiscrazycannonthatwasintheRevolutionaryWarandall.Youcouldseethewholefieldfromthere,andyoucouldseethetwoteamsbashingeachotherallovertheplace.Youcouldn'tseethegrandstandtoohot,butyoucouldhearthemallyelling,deepandterrificonthePenceyside,becausepracticallythewholeschoolexceptmewasthere,andscrawnyandfaggyontheSaxonHallside,becausethevisitingteamhardlyeverbroughtmanypeoplewiththem.Therewerenevermanygirlsatallatthefootballgames.Onlyseniorswereallowedtobringgirlswiththem.Itwasaterribleschool,nomatterhowyoulookedatit.Iliketobesomewhereatleastwhereyoucanseeafewgirlsaroundonceinawhile,evenifthey'reonlyscratchingtheirarmsorblowingtheirnosesorevenjustgigglingorsomething.OldSelmaThurmer--shewastheheadmaster'sdaughter--showedupatthegamesquiteoften,butshewasn'texactlythetypethatdroveyoumadwithdesire.Shewasaprettynicegirl,though.IsatnexttoheronceinthebusfromAgerstownandwesortofstruckupaconversation.Ilikedher.Shehadabignoseandhernailswereallbittendownandbleedy-lookingandshehadonthosedamnfalsiesthatpointallovertheplace,butyoufeltsortofsorryforher.WhatIlikedabouther,shedidn'tgiveyoualotofhorsemanureaboutwhatagreatguyherfatherwas.Sheprobablyknewwhataphonyslobhewas.ThereasonIwasstandingwayuponThomsenHill,insteadofdownatthegame,wasbecauseI'djustgotbackfromNewYorkwiththefencingteam.Iwasthegoddammanagerofthefencingteam.Verybigdeal.We'dgoneintoNewYorkthatmorningforthisfencingmeetwithMcBurneySchool.Only,wedidn'thavethemeet.Ileftallthefoilsandequipmentandstuffonthegoddamsubway.Itwasn'tallmyfault.Ihadtokeepgettinguptolookatthismap,sowe'dknowwheretogetoff.SowegotbacktoPenceyaroundtwo-thirtyinsteadofarounddinnertime.Thewholeteamostracizedmethewholewaybackonthetrain.Itwasprettyfunny,inaway.TheotherreasonIwasn'tdownatthegamewasbecauseIwasonmywaytosaygood-bytooldSpencer,myhistoryteacher.Hehadthegrippe,andIfiguredIprobablywouldn'tseehimagaintillChristmasvacationstarted.HewrotemethisnotesayinghewantedtoseemebeforeIwenthome.HeknewIwasn'tcomingbacktoPencey.Iforgottotellyouaboutthat.Theykickedmeout.Iwasn'tsupposedtocomebackafterChristmasvacationonaccountofIwasflunkingfoursubjectsandnotapplyingmyselfandall.Theygavemefrequentwarningtostartapplyingmyself--especiallyaroundmidterms,whenmyparentscameupforaconferencewitholdThurmer--butIdidn'tdoit.SoIgottheax.TheygiveguystheaxquitefrequentlyatPencey.Ithasaverygoodacademicrating,Pencey.Itreallydoes.Anyway,itwasDecemberandall,anditwascoldasawitch'steat,especiallyontopofthatstupidhill.Ionlyhadonmyreversibleandnoglovesoranything.Theweekbeforethat,somebody'dstolenmycamel's-haircoatrightoutofmyroom,withmyfur-linedglovesrightinthepocketandall.Penceywasfullofcrooks.Quiteafewguyscamefromtheseverywealthyfamilies,butitwasfullofcrooksanyway.Themoreexpensiveaschoolis,themorecrooksithas--I'mnotkidding.Anyway,Ikeptstandingnexttothatcrazycannon,lookingdownatthegameandfreezingmyassoff.Only,Iwasn'twatchingthegametoomuch.WhatIwasreallyhangingaroundfor,Iwastryingtofeelsomekindofagood-by.ImeanI'veleftschoolsandplacesIdidn'tevenknowIwasleavingthem.Ihatethat.Idon'tcareifit'sasadgood-byorabadgoodby,butwhenIleaveaplaceIliketoknowI'mleavingit.Ifyoudon't,youfeelevenworse.Iwaslucky.AllofasuddenIthoughtofsomethingthathelpedmakemeknowIwasgettingthehellout.Isuddenlyrememberedthistime,inaroundOctober,thatIandRobertTichenerandPaulCampbellwerechuckingafootballaround,infrontoftheacademicbuilding.Theywereniceguys,especiallyTichener.Itwasjustbeforedinneranditwasgettingprettydarkout,butwekeptchuckingtheballaroundanyway.Itkeptgettingdarkeranddarker,andwecouldhardlyseetheballanymore,butwedidn'twanttostopdoingwhatweweredoing.Finallywehadto.Thisteacherthattaughtbiology,Mr.Zambesi,stuckhisheadoutofthiswindowintheacademicbuildingandtoldustogobacktothedormandgetreadyfordinner.IfIgetachancetorememberthatkindofstuff,Icangetagood-bywhenIneedone--atleast,mostofthetimeIcan.AssoonasIgotit,Iturnedaroundandstartedrunningdowntheothersideofthehill,towardoldSpencer'shouse.Hedidn'tliveonthecampus.HelivedonAnthonyWayneAvenue.Iranallthewaytothemaingate,andthenIwaitedasecondtillIgotmybreath.Ihavenowind,ifyouwanttoknowthetruth.I'mquiteaheavysmoker,foronething--thatis,Iusedtobe.Theymademecutitout.Anotherthing,Igrewsixandahalfincheslastyear.That'salsohowIpracticallygott.b.andcameouthereforallthesegoddamcheckupsandstuff.I'mprettyhealthy,though.Anyway,assoonasIgotmybreathbackIranacrossRoute204.ItwasicyashellandIdamnnearfelldown.Idon'tevenknowwhatIwasrunningfor--IguessIjustfeltlikeit.AfterIgotacrosstheroad,IfeltlikeIwassortofdisappearing.Itwasthatkindofacrazyafternoon,terrificallycold,andnosunoutoranything,andyoufeltlikeyouweredisappearingeverytimeyoucrossedaroad.Boy,IrangthatdoorbellfastwhenIgottooldSpencer'shouse.Iwasreallyfrozen.MyearswerehurtingandIcouldhardlymovemyfingersatall."C'mon,c'mon,"Isaidrightoutloud,almost,"somebodyopenthedoor."FinallyoldMrs.Spenceropened.it.Theydidn'thaveamaidoranything,andtheyalwaysopenedthedoorthemselves.Theydidn'thavetoomuchdough."Holden!"Mrs.Spencersaid."Howlovelytoseeyou!Comein,dear!Areyoufrozentodeath?"Ithinkshewasgladtoseeme.Shelikedme.Atleast,Ithinkshedid.Boy,didIgetinthathousefast."Howareyou,Mrs.Spencer?"Isaid."How'sMr.Spencer?""Letmetakeyourcoat,dear,"shesaid.Shedidn'thearmeaskherhowMr.Spencerwas.Shewassortofdeaf.Shehungupmycoatinthehallcloset,andIsortofbrushedmyhairbackwithmyhand.IwearacrewcutquitefrequentlyandIneverhavetocombitmuch."How'veyoubeen,Mrs.Spencer?"Isaidagain,onlylouder,soshe'dhearme."I'vebeenjustfine,Holden."Sheclosedtheclosetdoor."Howhaveyoubeen?"Thewaysheaskedme,IknewrightawayoldSpencer'dtoldherI'dbeenkickedout."Fine,"Isaid."How'sMr.Spencer?Heoverhisgrippeyet?""Overit!Holden,he'sbehavinglikeaperfect--Idon'tknowwhat...He'sinhisroom,dear.Gorightin."2Theyeachhadtheirownroomandall.Theywerebotharoundseventyyearsold,orevenmorethanthat.Theygotabangoutofthings,though--inahaif-assedway,ofcourse.Iknowthatsoundsmeantosay,butIdon'tmeanitmean.IjustmeanthatIusedtothinkaboutoldSpencerquitealot,andifyouthoughtabouthimtoomuch,youwonderedwhattheheckhewasstilllivingfor.Imeanhewasallstoopedover,andhehadveryterribleposture,andinclass,wheneverhedroppedapieceofchalkattheblackboard,someguyinthefirstrowalwayshadtogetupandpickitupandhandittohim.That'sawful,inmyopinion.Butifyouthoughtabouthimjustenoughandnottoomuch,youcouldfigureitoutthathewasn'tdoingtoobadforhimself.Forinstance,oneSundaywhensomeotherguysandIwereoverthereforhotchocolate,heshowedusthisoldbeat-upNavajoblanketthatheandMrs.Spencer'dboughtoffsomeIndianinYellowstonePark.YoucouldtelloldSpencer'dgotabigbangoutofbuyingit.That'swhatImean.Youtakesomebodyoldashell,likeoldSpencer,andtheycangetabigbangoutofbuyingablanket.Hisdoorwasopen,butIsortofknockedonitanyway,justtobepoliteandall.Icouldseewherehewassitting.Hewassittinginabigleatherchair,allwrappedupinthatblanketIjusttoldyouabout.HelookedoveratmewhenIknocked."Who'sthat?"heyelled."Caulfield?Comein,boy."Hewasalwaysyelling,outsideclass.Itgotonyournervessometimes.TheminuteIwentin,IwassortofsorryI'dcome.HewasreadingtheAtlanticMonthly,andtherewerepillsandmedicineallovertheplace,andeverythingsmelledlikeVicksNoseDrops.Itwasprettydepressing.I'mnottoocrazyaboutsickpeople,anyway.Whatmadeitevenmoredepressing,oldSpencerhadonthisverysad,rattyoldbathrobethathewasprobablyborninorsomething.Idon'tmuchliketoseeoldguysintheirpajamasandbathrobesanyway.Theirbumpyoldchestsarealwaysshowing.Andtheirlegs.Oldguys'legs,atbeachesandplaces,alwayslooksowhiteandunhairy."Hello,sir,"Isaid."Igotyournote.Thanksalot."He'dwrittenmethisnoteaskingmetostopbyandsaygood-bybeforevacationstarted,onaccountofIwasn'tcomingback."Youdidn'thavetodoallthat.I'dhavecomeovertosaygood-byanyway.""Haveaseatthere,boy,"oldSpencersaid.Hemeantthebed.Isatdownonit."How'syourgrippe,sir?""M'boy,ifIfeltanybetterI'dhavetosendforthedoctor,"oldSpencersaid.Thatknockedhimout.Hestartedchucklinglikeamadman.Thenhefinallystraightenedhimselfoutandsaid,"Whyaren'tyoudownatthegame?Ithoughtthiswasthedayofthebiggame.""Itis.Iwas.Only,IjustgotbackfromNewYorkwiththefencingteam,"Isaid.Boy,hisbedwaslikearock.Hestartedgettingseriousashell.Iknewhewould."Soyou'releavingus,eh?"hesaid."Yes,sir.IguessIam."Hestartedgoingintothisnoddingroutine.YouneversawanybodynodasmuchinyourlifeasoldSpencerdid.Youneverknewifhewasnoddingalotbecausehewasthinkingandall,orjustbecausehewasaniceoldguythatdidn'tknowhisassfromhiselbow."WhatdidDr.Thurmersaytoyou,boy?Iunderstandyouhadquitealittlechat.""Yes,wedid.Wereallydid.Iwasinhisofficeforaroundtwohours,Iguess.""What'dhesaytoyou?""Oh...well,aboutLifebeingagameandall.Andhowyoushouldplayitaccordingtotherules.Hewasprettyniceaboutit.Imeanhedidn'thittheceilingoranything.HejustkepttalkingaboutLifebeingagameandall.Youknow.""Lifeisagame,boy.Lifeisagamethatoneplaysaccordingtotherules.""Yes,sir.Iknowitis.Iknowit."Game,myass.Somegame.Ifyougetonthesidewhereallthehot-shotsare,thenit'sagame,allright--I'lladmitthat.Butifyougetontheotherside,wheretherearen'tanyhot-shots,thenwhat'sagameaboutit?Nothing.Nogame."HasDr.Thurmerwrittentoyourparentsyet?"oldSpenceraskedme."HesaidhewasgoingtowritethemMonday.""Haveyouyourselfcommunicatedwiththem?""No,sir,Ihaven'tcommunicatedwiththem,becauseI'llprobablyseethemWednesdaynightwhenIgethome.""Andhowdoyouthinkthey'lltakethenews?""Well...they'llbeprettyirritatedaboutit,"Isaid."Theyreallywill.ThisisaboutthefourthschoolI'vegoneto."Ishookmyhead.Ishakemyheadquitealot."Boy!"Isaid.Ialsosay"Boy!"quitealot.PartlybecauseIhavealousyvocabularyandpartlybecauseIactquiteyoungformyagesometimes.Iwassixteenthen,andI'mseventeennow,andsometimesIactlikeI'maboutthirteen.It'sreallyironical,becauseI'msixfoottwoandahalfandIhavegrayhair.Ireallydo.Theonesideofmyhead--therightside--isfullofmillionsofgrayhairs.I'vehadthemeversinceIwasakid.AndyetIstillactsometimeslikeIwasonlyabouttwelve.Everybodysaysthat,especiallymyfather.It'spartlytrue,too,butitisn'talltrue.Peoplealwaysthinksomething'salltrue.Idon'tgiveadamn,exceptthatIgetboredsometimeswhenpeopletellmetoactmyage.SometimesIactalotolderthanIam--Ireallydo--butpeoplenevernoticeit.Peoplenevernoticeanything.OldSpencerstartednoddingagain.Healsostartedpickinghisnose.Hemadeoutlikehewasonlypinchingit,buthewasreallygettingtheoldthumbrightinthere.Iguesshethoughtitwasallrighttodobecauseitwasonlymethatwasintheroom.Ididn'tcare,exceptthatit'sprettydisgustingtowatchsomebodypicktheirnose.Thenhesaid,"IhadtheprivilegeofmeetingyourmotheranddadwhentheyhadtheirlittlechatwithDr.Thurmersomeweeksago.They'regrandpeople.""Yes,theyare.They'reverynice."Grand.There'sawordIreallyhate.It'saphony.IcouldpukeeverytimeIhearit.ThenallofasuddenoldSpencerlookedlikehehadsomethingverygood,somethingsharpasatack,tosaytome.Hesatupmoreinhischairandsortofmovedaround.Itwasafalsealarm,though.AllhedidwaslifttheAtlanticMonthlyoffhislapandtrytochuckitonthebed,nexttome.Hemissed.Itwasonlyabouttwoinchesaway,buthemissedanyway.Igotupandpickeditupandputitdownonthebed.Allofasuddenthen,Iwantedtogetthehelloutoftheroom.Icouldfeelaterrificlecturecomingon.Ididn'tmindtheideasomuch,butIdidn'tfeellikebeinglecturedtoandsmellVicksNoseDropsandlookatoldSpencerinhispajamasandbathrobeallatthesametime.Ireallydidn't.Itstarted,allright."What'sthematterwithyou,boy?"oldSpencersaid.Hesaiditprettytough,too,forhim."Howmanysubjectsdidyoucarrythisterm?""Five,sir.""Five.Andhowmanyareyoufailingin?""Four."Imovedmyassalittlebitonthebed.ItwasthehardestbedIeversaton."IpassedEnglishallright,"Isaid,"becauseIhadallthatBeowulfandLordRandalMySonstuffwhenIwasattheWhootonSchool.ImeanIdidn'thavetodoanyworkinEnglishatallhardly,exceptwritecompositionsonceinawhile."Hewasn'tevenlistening.Hehardlyeverlistenedtoyouwhenyousaidsomething."Iflunkedyouinhistorybecauseyouknewabsolutelynothing.""Iknowthat,sir.Boy,Iknowit.Youcouldn'thelpit.""Absolutelynothing,"hesaidoveragain.That'ssomethingthatdrivesmecrazy.Whenpeoplesaysomethingtwicethatway,afteryouadmititthefirsttime.Thenhesaiditthreetimes."Butabsolutelynothing.Idoubtverymuchifyouopenedyourtextbookevenoncethewholeterm.Didyou?Tellthetruth,boy.""Well,Isortofglancedthroughitacoupleoftimes,"Itoldhim.Ididn'twanttohurthisfeelings.Hewasmadabouthistory."Youglancedthroughit,eh?"hesaid--verysarcastic."Your,ah,exampaperisoverthereontopofmychiffonier.Ontopofthepile.Bringithere,please."Itwasaverydirtytrick,butIwentoverandbroughtitovertohim--Ididn'thaveanyalternativeoranything.ThenIsatdownonhiscementbedagain.Boy,youcan'timaginehowsorryIwasgettingthatI'dstoppedbytosaygood-bytohim.Hestartedhandlingmyexampaperlikeitwasaturdorsomething."WestudiedtheEgyptiansfromNovember4thtoDecember2nd,"hesaid."Youchosetowriteaboutthemfortheoptionalessayquestion.Wouldyoucaretohearwhatyouhadtosay?""No,sir,notverymuch,"Isaid.Hereaditanyway,though.Youcan'tstopateacherwhentheywanttodosomething.Theyjustdoit.TheEgyptianswereanancientraceofCaucasiansresidinginoneofthenorthernsectionsofAfrica.ThelatterasweallknowisthelargestcontinentintheEasternHemisphere.Ihadtositthereandlistentothatcrap.Itcertainlywasadirtytrick.TheEgyptiansareextremelyinterestingtoustodayforvariousreasons.ModernsciencewouldstillliketoknowwhatthesecretingredientswerethattheEgyptiansusedwhentheywrappedupdeadpeoplesothattheirfaceswouldnotrotforinnumerablecenturies.Thisinterestingriddleisstillquiteachallengetomodernscienceinthetwentiethcentury.Hestoppedreadingandputmypaperdown.Iwasbeginningtosortofhatehim."Youressay,shallwesay,endsthere,"hesaidinthisverysarcasticvoice.Youwouldn'tthinksuchanoldguywouldbesosarcasticandall."However,youdroppedmealittlenote,atthebottomofthepage,"hesaid."IknowI

[麦田里的守望者].pdf

[麦田里的守望者].pdf

上传者: vicky舒婷
8次下载 0人收藏 暂无简介 简介 2011-03-02 举报

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THECATCHERINTHERYEbyJ.D.SalingerTOMYMOTHER1Ifyoureallywanttohearaboutit,thefirstthingyou'llprobablywanttoknowiswhereIwasborn,anwhatmylousychildhoodwaslike,andhowmyparentswereoccupiedandallbeforetheyhadme,andallthatDavidCopperfieldkindofcrap,butIdon'tfeellikegoingintoit,ifyouwanttoknowthetruth.Inthefirstplace,thatstuffboresme,andinthesecondplace,myparentswouldhaveabouttwohemorrhagesapieceifItoldanythingprettypersonalaboutthem.They'requitetouchyaboutanythinglikethat,especiallymyfather.They'reniceandall--I'mnotsayingthat--butthey'realsotouchyashell.Besides,I'mnotgoingtotellyoumywholegoddamautobiographyoranything.I'lljusttellyouaboutthismadmanstuffthathappenedtomearoundlastChristmasjustbeforeIgotprettyrun-downandhadtocomeouthereandtakeiteasy.Imeanthat'sallItoldD.B.about,andhe'smybrotherandall.He'sinHollywood.Thatisn'ttoofarfromthiscrumbyplace,andhecomesoverandvisitsmepracticallyeveryweekend.He'sgoingtodrivemehomewhenIgohomenextmonthmaybe.HejustgotaJaguar.OneofthoselittleEnglishjobsthatcandoaroundtwohundredmilesanhour.Itcosthimdamnnearfourthousandbucks.He'sgotalotofdough,now.Hedidn'tuseto.Heusedtobejustaregularwriter,whenhewashome.Hewrotethisterrificbookofshortstories,TheSecretGoldfish,incaseyouneverheardofhim.Thebestoneinitwas"TheSecretGoldfish."Itwasaboutthislittlekidthatwouldn'tletanybodylookathisgoldfishbecausehe'dboughtitwithhisownmoney.Itkilledme.Nowhe'soutinHollywood,D.B.,beingaprostitute.Ifthere'sonethingIhate,it'sthemovies.Don'tevenmentionthemtome.WhereIwanttostarttellingisthedayIleftPenceyPrep.PenceyPrepisthisschoolthat'sinAgerstown,Pennsylvania.Youprobablyheardofit.You'veprobablyseentheads,anyway.Theyadvertiseinaboutathousandmagazines,alwaysshowingsomehotshotguyonahorsejumpingoverafence.LikeasifallyoueverdidatPenceywasplaypoloallthetime.Ineverevenoncesawahorseanywhereneartheplace.Andunderneaththeguyonthehorse'spicture,italwayssays:"Since1888wehavebeenmoldingboysintosplendid,clear-thinkingyoungmen."Strictlyforthebirds.Theydon'tdoanydamnmoremoldingatPenceythantheydoatanyotherschool.AndIdidn'tknowanybodytherethatwassplendidandclear-thinkingandall.Maybetwoguys.Ifthatmany.AndtheyprobablycametoPenceythatway.Anyway,itwastheSaturdayofthefootballgamewithSaxonHall.ThegamewithSaxonHallwassupposedtobeaverybigdealaroundPencey.Itwasthelastgameoftheyear,andyouweresupposedtocommitsuicideorsomethingifoldPenceydidn'twin.Irememberaroundthreeo'clockthatafternoonIwasstandingwaythehellupontopofThomsenHill,rightnexttothiscrazycannonthatwasintheRevolutionaryWarandall.Youcouldseethewholefieldfromthere,andyoucouldseethetwoteamsbashingeachotherallovertheplace.Youcouldn'tseethegrandstandtoohot,butyoucouldhearthemallyelling,deepandterrificonthePenceyside,becausepracticallythewholeschoolexceptmewasthere,andscrawnyandfaggyontheSaxonHallside,becausethevisitingteamhardlyeverbroughtmanypeoplewiththem.Therewerenevermanygirlsatallatthefootballgames.Onlyseniorswereallowedtobringgirlswiththem.Itwasaterribleschool,nomatterhowyoulookedatit.Iliketobesomewhereatleastwhereyoucanseeafewgirlsaroundonceinawhile,evenifthey'reonlyscratchingtheirarmsorblowingtheirnosesorevenjustgigglingorsomething.OldSelmaThurmer--shewastheheadmaster'sdaughter--showedupatthegamesquiteoften,butshewasn'texactlythetypethatdroveyoumadwithdesire.Shewasaprettynicegirl,though.IsatnexttoheronceinthebusfromAgerstownandwesortofstruckupaconversation.Ilikedher.Shehadabignoseandhernailswereallbittendownandbleedy-lookingandshehadonthosedamnfalsiesthatpointallovertheplace,butyoufeltsortofsorryforher.WhatIlikedabouther,shedidn'tgiveyoualotofhorsemanureaboutwhatagreatguyherfatherwas.Sheprobablyknewwhataphonyslobhewas.ThereasonIwasstandingwayuponThomsenHill,insteadofdownatthegame,wasbecauseI'djustgotbackfromNewYorkwiththefencingteam.Iwasthegoddammanagerofthefencingteam.Verybigdeal.We'dgoneintoNewYorkthatmorningforthisfencingmeetwithMcBurneySchool.Only,wedidn'thavethemeet.Ileftallthefoilsandequipmentandstuffonthegoddamsubway.Itwasn'tallmyfault.Ihadtokeepgettinguptolookatthismap,sowe'dknowwheretogetoff.SowegotbacktoPenceyaroundtwo-thirtyinsteadofarounddinnertime.Thewholeteamostracizedmethewholewaybackonthetrain.Itwasprettyfunny,inaway.TheotherreasonIwasn'tdownatthegamewasbecauseIwasonmywaytosaygood-bytooldSpencer,myhistoryteacher.Hehadthegrippe,andIfiguredIprobablywouldn'tseehimagaintillChristmasvacationstarted.HewrotemethisnotesayinghewantedtoseemebeforeIwenthome.HeknewIwasn'tcomingbacktoPencey.Iforgottotellyouaboutthat.Theykickedmeout.Iwasn'tsupposedtocomebackafterChristmasvacationonaccountofIwasflunkingfoursubjectsandnotapplyingmyselfandall.Theygavemefrequentwarningtostartapplyingmyself--especiallyaroundmidterms,whenmyparentscameupforaconferencewitholdThurmer--butIdidn'tdoit.SoIgottheax.TheygiveguystheaxquitefrequentlyatPencey.Ithasaverygoodacademicrating,Pencey.Itreallydoes.Anyway,itwasDecemberandall,anditwascoldasawitch'steat,especiallyontopofthatstupidhill.Ionlyhadonmyreversibleandnoglovesoranything.Theweekbeforethat,somebody'dstolenmycamel's-haircoatrightoutofmyroom,withmyfur-linedglovesrightinthepocketandall.Penceywasfullofcrooks.Quiteafewguyscamefromtheseverywealthyfamilies,butitwasfullofcrooksanyway.Themoreexpensiveaschoolis,themorecrooksithas--I'mnotkidding.Anyway,Ikeptstandingnexttothatcrazycannon,lookingdownatthegameandfreezingmyassoff.Only,Iwasn'twatchingthegametoomuch.WhatIwasreallyhangingaroundfor,Iwastryingtofeelsomekindofagood-by.ImeanI'veleftschoolsandplacesIdidn'tevenknowIwasleavingthem.Ihatethat.Idon'tcareifit'sasadgood-byorabadgoodby,butwhenIleaveaplaceIliketoknowI'mleavingit.Ifyoudon't,youfeelevenworse.Iwaslucky.AllofasuddenIthoughtofsomethingthathelpedmakemeknowIwasgettingthehellout.Isuddenlyrememberedthistime,inaroundOctober,thatIandRobertTichenerandPaulCampbellwerechuckingafootballaround,infrontoftheacademicbuilding.Theywereniceguys,especiallyTichener.Itwasjustbeforedinneranditwasgettingprettydarkout,butwekeptchuckingtheballaroundanyway.Itkeptgettingdarkeranddarker,andwecouldhardlyseetheballanymore,butwedidn'twanttostopdoingwhatweweredoing.Finallywehadto.Thisteacherthattaughtbiology,Mr.Zambesi,stuckhisheadoutofthiswindowintheacademicbuildingandtoldustogobacktothedormandgetreadyfordinner.IfIgetachancetorememberthatkindofstuff,Icangetagood-bywhenIneedone--atleast,mostofthetimeIcan.AssoonasIgotit,Iturnedaroundandstartedrunningdowntheothersideofthehill,towardoldSpencer'shouse.Hedidn'tliveonthecampus.HelivedonAnthonyWayneAvenue.Iranallthewaytothemaingate,andthenIwaitedasecondtillIgotmybreath.Ihavenowind,ifyouwanttoknowthetruth.I'mquiteaheavysmoker,foronething--thatis,Iusedtobe.Theymademecutitout.Anotherthing,Igrewsixandahalfincheslastyear.That'salsohowIpracticallygott.b.andcameouthereforallthesegoddamcheckupsandstuff.I'mprettyhealthy,though.Anyway,assoonasIgotmybreathbackIranacrossRoute204.ItwasicyashellandIdamnnearfelldown.Idon'tevenknowwhatIwasrunningfor--IguessIjustfeltlikeit.AfterIgotacrosstheroad,IfeltlikeIwassortofdisappearing.Itwasthatkindofacrazyafternoon,terrificallycold,andnosunoutoranything,andyoufeltlikeyouweredisappearingeverytimeyoucrossedaroad.Boy,IrangthatdoorbellfastwhenIgottooldSpencer'shouse.Iwasreallyfrozen.MyearswerehurtingandIcouldhardlymovemyfingersatall."C'mon,c'mon,"Isaidrightoutloud,almost,"somebodyopenthedoor."FinallyoldMrs.Spenceropened.it.Theydidn'thaveamaidoranything,andtheyalwaysopenedthedoorthemselves.Theydidn'thavetoomuchdough."Holden!"Mrs.Spencersaid."Howlovelytoseeyou!Comein,dear!Areyoufrozentodeath?"Ithinkshewasgladtoseeme.Shelikedme.Atleast,Ithinkshedid.Boy,didIgetinthathousefast."Howareyou,Mrs.Spencer?"Isaid."How'sMr.Spencer?""Letmetakeyourcoat,dear,"shesaid.Shedidn'thearmeaskherhowMr.Spencerwas.Shewassortofdeaf.Shehungupmycoatinthehallcloset,andIsortofbrushedmyhairbackwithmyhand.IwearacrewcutquitefrequentlyandIneverhavetocombitmuch."How'veyoubeen,Mrs.Spencer?"Isaidagain,onlylouder,soshe'dhearme."I'vebeenjustfine,Holden."Sheclosedtheclosetdoor."Howhaveyoubeen?"Thewaysheaskedme,IknewrightawayoldSpencer'dtoldherI'dbeenkickedout."Fine,"Isaid."How'sMr.Spencer?Heoverhisgrippeyet?""Overit!Holden,he'sbehavinglikeaperfect--Idon'tknowwhat...He'sinhisroom,dear.Gorightin."2Theyeachhadtheirownroomandall.Theywerebotharoundseventyyearsold,orevenmorethanthat.Theygotabangoutofthings,though--inahaif-assedway,ofcourse.Iknowthatsoundsmeantosay,butIdon'tmeanitmean.IjustmeanthatIusedtothinkaboutoldSpencerquitealot,andifyouthoughtabouthimtoomuch,youwonderedwhattheheckhewasstilllivingfor.Imeanhewasallstoopedover,andhehadveryterribleposture,andinclass,wheneverhedroppedapieceofchalkattheblackboard,someguyinthefirstrowalwayshadtogetupandpickitupandhandittohim.That'sawful,inmyopinion.Butifyouthoughtabouthimjustenoughandnottoomuch,youcouldfigureitoutthathewasn'tdoingtoobadforhimself.Forinstance,oneSundaywhensomeotherguysandIwereoverthereforhotchocolate,heshowedusthisoldbeat-upNavajoblanketthatheandMrs.Spencer'dboughtoffsomeIndianinYellowstonePark.YoucouldtelloldSpencer'dgotabigbangoutofbuyingit.That'swhatImean.Youtakesomebodyoldashell,likeoldSpencer,andtheycangetabigbangoutofbuyingablanket.Hisdoorwasopen,butIsortofknockedonitanyway,justtobepoliteandall.Icouldseewherehewassitting.Hewassittinginabigleatherchair,allwrappedupinthatblanketIjusttoldyouabout.HelookedoveratmewhenIknocked."Who'sthat?"heyelled."Caulfield?Comein,boy."Hewasalwaysyelling,outsideclass.Itgotonyournervessometimes.TheminuteIwentin,IwassortofsorryI'dcome.HewasreadingtheAtlanticMonthly,andtherewerepillsandmedicineallovertheplace,andeverythingsmelledlikeVicksNoseDrops.Itwasprettydepressing.I'mnottoocrazyaboutsickpeople,anyway.Whatmadeitevenmoredepressing,oldSpencerhadonthisverysad,rattyoldbathrobethathewasprobablyborninorsomething.Idon'tmuchliketoseeoldguysintheirpajamasandbathrobesanyway.Theirbumpyoldchestsarealwaysshowing.Andtheirlegs.Oldguys'legs,atbeachesandplaces,alwayslooksowhiteandunhairy."Hello,sir,"Isaid."Igotyournote.Thanksalot."He'dwrittenmethisnoteaskingmetostopbyandsaygood-bybeforevacationstarted,onaccountofIwasn'tcomingback."Youdidn'thavetodoallthat.I'dhavecomeovertosaygood-byanyway.""Haveaseatthere,boy,"oldSpencersaid.Hemeantthebed.Isatdownonit."How'syourgrippe,sir?""M'boy,ifIfeltanybetterI'dhavetosendforthedoctor,"oldSpencersaid.Thatknockedhimout.Hestartedchucklinglikeamadman.Thenhefinallystraightenedhimselfoutandsaid,"Whyaren'tyoudownatthegame?Ithoughtthiswasthedayofthebiggame.""Itis.Iwas.Only,IjustgotbackfromNewYorkwiththefencingteam,"Isaid.Boy,hisbedwaslikearock.Hestartedgettingseriousashell.Iknewhewould."Soyou'releavingus,eh?"hesaid."Yes,sir.IguessIam."Hestartedgoingintothisnoddingroutine.YouneversawanybodynodasmuchinyourlifeasoldSpencerdid.Youneverknewifhewasnoddingalotbecausehewasthinkingandall,orjustbecausehewasaniceoldguythatdidn'tknowhisassfromhiselbow."WhatdidDr.Thurmersaytoyou,boy?Iunderstandyouhadquitealittlechat.""Yes,wedid.Wereallydid.Iwasinhisofficeforaroundtwohours,Iguess.""What'dhesaytoyou?""Oh...well,aboutLifebeingagameandall.Andhowyoushouldplayitaccordingtotherules.Hewasprettyniceaboutit.Imeanhedidn'thittheceilingoranything.HejustkepttalkingaboutLifebeingagameandall.Youknow.""Lifeisagame,boy.Lifeisagamethatoneplaysaccordingtotherules.""Yes,sir.Iknowitis.Iknowit."Game,myass.Somegame.Ifyougetonthesidewhereallthehot-shotsare,thenit'sagame,allright--I'lladmitthat.Butifyougetontheotherside,wheretherearen'tanyhot-shots,thenwhat'sagameaboutit?Nothing.Nogame."HasDr.Thurmerwrittentoyourparentsyet?"oldSpenceraskedme."HesaidhewasgoingtowritethemMonday.""Haveyouyourselfcommunicatedwiththem?""No,sir,Ihaven'tcommunicatedwiththem,becauseI'llprobablyseethemWednesdaynightwhenIgethome.""Andhowdoyouthinkthey'lltakethenews?""Well...they'llbeprettyirritatedaboutit,"Isaid."Theyreallywill.ThisisaboutthefourthschoolI'vegoneto."Ishookmyhead.Ishakemyheadquitealot."Boy!"Isaid.Ialsosay"Boy!"quitealot.PartlybecauseIhavealousyvocabularyandpartlybecauseIactquiteyoungformyagesometimes.Iwassixteenthen,andI'mseventeennow,andsometimesIactlikeI'maboutthirteen.It'sreallyironical,becauseI'msixfoottwoandahalfandIhavegrayhair.Ireallydo.Theonesideofmyhead--therightside--isfullofmillionsofgrayhairs.I'vehadthemeversinceIwasakid.AndyetIstillactsometimeslikeIwasonlyabouttwelve.Everybodysaysthat,especiallymyfather.It'spartlytrue,too,butitisn'talltrue.Peoplealwaysthinksomething'salltrue.Idon'tgiveadamn,exceptthatIgetboredsometimeswhenpeopletellmetoactmyage.SometimesIactalotolderthanIam--Ireallydo--butpeoplenevernoticeit.Peoplenevernoticeanything.OldSpencerstartednoddingagain.Healsostartedpickinghisnose.Hemadeoutlikehewasonlypinchingit,buthewasreallygettingtheoldthumbrightinthere.Iguesshethoughtitwasallrighttodobecauseitwasonlymethatwasintheroom.Ididn'tcare,exceptthatit'sprettydisgustingtowatchsomebodypicktheirnose.Thenhesaid,"IhadtheprivilegeofmeetingyourmotheranddadwhentheyhadtheirlittlechatwithDr.Thurmersomeweeksago.They'regrandpeople.""Yes,theyare.They'reverynice."Grand.There'sawordIreallyhate.It'saphony.IcouldpukeeverytimeIhearit.ThenallofasuddenoldSpencerlookedlikehehadsomethingverygood,somethingsharpasatack,tosaytome.Hesatupmoreinhischairandsortofmovedaround.Itwasafalsealarm,though.AllhedidwaslifttheAtlanticMonthlyoffhislapandtrytochuckitonthebed,nexttome.Hemissed.Itwasonlyabouttwoinchesaway,buthemissedanyway.Igotupandpickeditupandputitdownonthebed.Allofasuddenthen,Iwantedtogetthehelloutoftheroom.Icouldfeelaterrificlecturecomingon.Ididn'tmindtheideasomuch,butIdidn'tfeellikebeinglecturedtoandsmellVicksNoseDropsandlookatoldSpencerinhispajamasandbathrobeallatthesametime.Ireallydidn't.Itstarted,allright."What'sthematterwithyou,boy?"oldSpencersaid.Hesaiditprettytough,too,forhim."Howmanysubjectsdidyoucarrythisterm?""Five,sir.""Five.Andhowmanyareyoufailingin?""Four."Imovedmyassalittlebitonthebed.ItwasthehardestbedIeversaton."IpassedEnglishallright,"Isaid,"becauseIhadallthatBeowulfandLordRandalMySonstuffwhenIwasattheWhootonSchool.ImeanIdidn'thavetodoanyworkinEnglishatallhardly,exceptwritecompositionsonceinawhile."Hewasn'tevenlistening.Hehardlyeverlistenedtoyouwhenyousaidsomething."Iflunkedyouinhistorybecauseyouknewabsolutelynothing.""Iknowthat,sir.Boy,Iknowit.Youcouldn'thelpit.""Absolutelynothing,"hesaidoveragain.That'ssomethingthatdrivesmecrazy.Whenpeoplesaysomethingtwicethatway,afteryouadmititthefirsttime.Thenhesaiditthreetimes."Butabsolutelynothing.Idoubtverymuchifyouopenedyourtextbookevenoncethewholeterm.Didyou?Tellthetruth,boy.""Well,Isortofglancedthroughitacoupleoftimes,"Itoldhim.Ididn'twanttohurthisfeelings.Hewasmadabouthistory."Youglancedthroughit,eh?"hesaid--verysarcastic."Your,ah,exampaperisoverthereontopofmychiffonier.Ontopofthepile.Bringithere,please."Itwasaverydirtytrick,butIwentoverandbroughtitovertohim--Ididn'thaveanyalternativeoranything.ThenIsatdownonhiscementbedagain.Boy,youcan'timaginehowsorryIwasgettingthatI'dstoppedbytosaygood-bytohim.Hestartedhandlingmyexampaperlikeitwasaturdorsomething."WestudiedtheEgyptiansfromNovember4thtoDecember2nd,"hesaid."Youchosetowriteaboutthemfortheoptionalessayquestion.Wouldyoucaretohearwhatyouhadtosay?""No,sir,notverymuch,"Isaid.Hereaditanyway,though.Youcan'tstopateacherwhentheywanttodosomething.Theyjustdoit.TheEgyptianswereanancientraceofCaucasiansresidinginoneofthenorthernsectionsofAfrica.ThelatterasweallknowisthelargestcontinentintheEasternHemisphere.Ihadtositthereandlistentothatcrap.Itcertainlywasadirtytrick.TheEgyptiansareextremelyinterestingtoustodayforvariousreasons.ModernsciencewouldstillliketoknowwhatthesecretingredientswerethattheEgyptiansusedwhentheywrappedupdeadpeoplesothattheirfaceswouldnotrotforinnumerablecenturies.Thisinterestingriddleisstillquiteachallengetomodernscienceinthetwentiethcentury.Hestoppedreadingandputmypaperdown.Iwasbeginningtosortofhatehim."Youressay,shallwesay,endsthere,"hesaidinthisverysarcasticvoice.Youwouldn'tthinksuchanoldguywouldbesosarcasticandall."However,youdroppedmealittlenote,atthebottomofthepage,"hesaid."IknowI

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