The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving

I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving. We were the only ones in the can, because everybody was still down at the game. It was hot as hell and the windows were all steamy. There were about ten washbowls, all right against the wall. Stradlater had the middle one. I sat down on the one right next to him and started turning the cold water on and off—this nervous habit I have. Stradlater kept whistling 'Song of India” while he shaved The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving. He had one of those very piercing whistles that are practically never in tune, and he always picked out some song that's hard to whistle even if you're a good whistler, like “Song of India” or “Slaughter on Tenth Avenue.” He could really mess a song up. You remember I said before that Ackley was a slob in his personal habits? Well, so was Stradlater, but in a different way. Stradlater was more of a secret slob. He always looked all right, Stradlater, but for instance, you should've seen the razor he shaved himself with The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving. It was always rusty as hell and full of lather and hairs and crap. He never cleaned it or anything. He always looked good when he was finished fixing himself up, but he was a secret slob anyway, if you knew him the way I did. The reason he fixed himself up to look good was because he was madly in love with himself. He thought he was the handsomest guy in the Western Hemisphere. He was pretty handsome, too—I'll admit it. But he was mostly the kind of a handsome guy that if your parents saw his picture in The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving your Year Book, they'd right away say, “Who's this boy?” I mean he was mostly a Year Book kind of handsome guy. I knew a lot of guys at Pencey I thought were a lot handsomer than Stradlater, but they wouldn't look handsome if you saw their pictures in the Year Book. They'd look like they had big noses or their ears stuck out. I've had that experience frequently. Anyway, I was sitting on the washbowl next to where Stradlater was shaving, sort of turning the water on and off. I still had my The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving red hunting hat on, with the peak around to the back and all. I really got a bang out of that hat. “Hey,” Stradlater said. “Wanna do me a big favor?” “What?” I said. Not too enthusiastic. He was always asking you to do him a big favor. You take a very handsome guy, or a guy that thinks he's a real hot-shot, and they're always asking you to do them a big favor. Just because they're crazy about themseif, they think you're crazy about them, too, and that you're just dying The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving to do them a favor. It's sort of funny, in a way. “You goin' out tonight?” he said. “I might. I might not. I don't know. Why?” “I got about a hundred pages to read for history for Monday,” he said. “How 'bout writing a composition for me, for English? I'll be up the creek if I don't get the goddam thing in by Monday, the reason I ask. How 'bout it?” It was very ironical. It really was. “I'm the one that's flunking out of the goddam place, and you're asking The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving me to write you a goddam composition,” I said. “Yeah, I know. The thing is, though, I'll be up the creek if I don't get it in. Be a buddy. Be a buddyroo. Okay?” I didn't answer him right away. Suspense is good for some bastards like Stradlater. “What on?” I said. “Anything. Anything descriptive. A room. Or a house. Or something you once lived in or something— you know. Just as long as it's descriptive as hell.” He gave out a big yawn while he said that. Which is something that gives me The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving a royal pain in the ass. I mean if somebody yawns right while they're asking you to do them a goddam favor. “Just don't do it too good, is all,” he said. “That sonuvabitch Hartzell thinks you're a hot-shot in English, and he knows you're my roommate. So I mean don't stick all the commas and stuff in the right place.” That's something else that gives me a royal pain. I mean if you're good at writing compositions and somebody starts talking about commas. Stradlater was always doing that. He wanted The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving you to think that the only reason he was lousy at writing compositions was because he stuck all the commas in the wrong place. He was a little bit like Ackley, that way. I once sat next to Ackley at this basketball game. We had a terrific guy on the team, Howie Coyle, that could sink them from the middle of the floor, without even touching the backboard or anything. Ackley kept saying, the whole goddam game, that Coyle had a perfect build for basketball. God, how I hate that stuff. I got bored sitting on that washbowl The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving after a while, so I backed up a few feet and started doing this tap dance, just for the hell of it. I was just amusing myself. I can't really tap-dance or anything, but it was a stone floor in the can, and it was good for tap-dancing. I started imitating one of those guys in the movies. In one of those musicals. I hate the movies like poison, but I get a bang imitating them. Old Stradlater watched me in the mirror while he was shaving. All I need's an audience. I'm an The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving exhibitionist. “I'm the goddarn Governor's son,” I said. I was knocking myself out. Tap-dancing all over the place. “He doesn't want me to be a tap dancer. He wants me to go to Oxford. But it's in my goddam blood, tap-dancing.” Old Stradlater laughed. He didn't have too bad a sense of humor. “It's the opening night of the Ziegfeld Follies.” I was getting out of breath. I have hardly any wind at all. “The leading man can't go on. He's drunk as a bastard. So who do they get to The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving take his place? Me, that's who. The little ole goddam Governor's son.” “Where'dja get that hat?” Stradlater said. He meant my hunting hat. He'd never seen it before. I was out of breath anyway, so I quit horsing around. I took off my hat and looked at it for about the ninetieth time. “I got it in New York this morning. For a buck. Ya like it?” Stradlater nodded. “Sharp,” he said. He was only flattering me, though, because right away he said, “Listen. Are ya gonna write that composition for me? I The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving have to know.” “If I get the time, I will. If I don't, I won't,” I said. I went over and sat down at the washbowl next to him again. “Who's your date?” I asked him. “Fitzgerald?” “Hell, no! I told ya. I'm through with that pig.” “Yeah? Give her to me, boy. No kidding. She's my type.” “Take her... She's too old for you.” All of a sudden—for no good reason, really, except that I was sort of in the mood for horsing around—I felt like jumping off the washbowl and The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving getting old Stradlater in a half nelson. That's a wrestling hold, in case you don't know, where you get the other guy around the neck and choke him to death, if you feel like it. So I did it. I landed on him like a goddam panther. “Cut it out, Holden, for Chrissake!” Stradlater said. He didn't feel like horsing around. He was shaving and all. “Wuddaya wanna make me do—cut my goddam head off?” I didn't let go, though. I had a pretty good half nelson on him. “Liberate yourself from my viselike grip The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving.” I said. “Je-sus Christ.” He put down his razor, and all of a sudden jerked his arms up and sort of broke my hold on him. He was a very strong guy. I'm a very weak guy. “Now, cut out the crap,” he said. He started shaving himself all over again. He always shaved himself twice, to look gorgeous. With his crumby old razor. “Who is your date if it isn't Fitzgerald?” I asked him. I sat down on the washbowl next to him again. “That Phyllis Smith babe?” “No. It was supposed to he, but the The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving arrangements got all screwed up. I got Bud Thaw's girl's roommate now... Hey. I almost forgot. She knows you.” “Who does?” I said. “My date.” “Yeah?” I said. “What's her name?” I was pretty interested. “I'm thinking... Uh. Jean Gallagher.” Boy, I nearly dropped dead when he said that. “Jane Gallagher,” I said. I even got up from the washbowl when he said that. I damn near dropped dead. “You're damn right I know her. She practically lived right next door to me, the summer before last. She had this big damn Doberman The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving pinscher. That's how I met her. Her dog used to keep coming over in our—” “You're right in my light, Holden, for Chrissake,” Stradlater said. “Ya have to stand right there?” Boy, was I excited, though. I really was. “Where is she?” I asked him. “I oughta go down and say hello to her or something. Where is she? In the Annex?” “Yeah.” “How'd she happen to mention me? Does she go to B. M. now? She said she might go there. She said she might go to Shipley, too. I thought she went to Shipley The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving. How'd she happen to mention me?” I was pretty excited. I really was. “I don't know, for Chrissake. Lift up, willya? You're on my towel,” Stradlater said. I was sitting on his stupid towel. “Jane Gallagher,” I said. I couldn't get over it. “Jesus H. Christ.” Old Stradlater was putting Vitalis on his hair. My Vitalis. “She's a dancer,” I said. “Ballet and all. She used to practice about two hours every day, right in the middle of the hottest weather and all. She was worried that it might make her legs lousy The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving—all thick and all. I used to play checkers with her all the time.” “You used to play what with her all the time?” “Checkers.” “Checkers, for Chrissake!” “Yeah. She wouldn't move any of her kings. What she'd do, when she'd get a king, she wouldn't move it. She'd just leave it in the back row. She'd get them all lined up in the back row. Then she'd never use them. She just liked the way they looked when they were all in the back row.” Stradlater didn't say anything. That kind The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving of stuff doesn't interest most people. “Her mother belonged to the same club we did,” I said. “I used to caddy once in a while, just to make some dough. I caddy'd for her mother a couple of times. She went around in about a hundred and seventy, for nine holes.” Stradlater wasn't hardly listening. He was combing his gorgeous locks. “I oughta go down and at least say hello to her,” I said. “Why don'tcha?” “I will, in a minute.” He started parting his hair all over again. It took him about an hour to The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving comb his hair. “Her mother and father were divorced. Her mother was married again to some booze hound,” I said. “Skinny guy with hairy legs. I remember him. He wore shorts all the time. Jane said he was supposed to be a playwright or some goddam thing, but all I ever saw him do was booze all the time and listen to every single goddam mystery program on the radio. And run around the goddam house, naked. With Jane around, and all.” “Yeah?” Stradlater said. That really interested him. About the booze hound running around the house naked The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving, with Jane around. Stradlater was a very sexy bastard. “She had a lousy childhood. I'm not kidding.” That didn't interest Stradlater, though. Only very sexy stuff interested him. “Jane Gallagher. Jesus... I couldn't get her off my mind. I really couldn't. “I oughta go down and say hello to her, at least.” “Why the hell don'tcha, instead of keep saying it?” Stradlater said. I walked over to the window, but you couldn't see out of it, it was so steamy from all the heat in the can.. “I'm not in The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving the mood right now,” I said. I wasn't, either. You have to be in the mood for those things. “I thought she went to Shipley. I could've sworn she went to Shipley.” I walked around the can for a little while. I didn't have anything else to do. “Did she enjoy the game?” I said. “Yeah, I guess so. I don't know.” “Did she tell you we used to play checkers all the time, or anything?” “I don't know. For Chrissake, I only just met her,” Stradlater said. He was finished combing his goddam gorgeous The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving hair. He was putting away all his crumby toilet articles. “Listen. Give her my regards, willya?” “Okay,” Stradlater said, but I knew he probably wouldn't. You take a guy like Stradlater, they never give your regards to people. He went back to the room, but I stuck around in the can for a while, thinking about old Jane. Then I went back to the room, too. Stradlater was putting on his tie, in front of the mirror, when I got there. He spent around half his goddam life in front of the mirror. I sat down in my The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving chair and sort of watched him for a while. “Hey,” I said. “Don't tell her I got kicked out, willya?” “Okay.” That was one good thing about Stradlater. You didn't have to explain every goddam little thing with him, the way you had to do with Ackley. Mostly, I guess, because he wasn't too interested. That's really why. Ackley, it was different. Ackley was a very nosy bastard. He put on my hound's-tooth jacket. “Jesus, now, try not to stretch it all over the place” I said. I'd only worn it about twice The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving. “I won't. Where the hell's my cigarettes?” “On the desk.” He never knew where he left anything. “Under your muffler.” He put them in his coat pocket—my coat pocket. I pulled the peak of my hunting hat around to the front all of a sudden, for a change. I was getting sort of nervous, all of a sudden. I'm quite a nervous guy. “Listen, where ya going on your date with her?” I asked him. “Ya know yet?” “I don't know. New York, if we have time. She only signed out for The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving nine-thirty, for Chrissake.” I didn't like the way he said it, so I said, “The reason she did that, she probably just didn't know what a handsome, charming bastard you are. If she'd known, she probably would've signed out for nine-thirty in the morning.” “Goddam right,” Stradlater said. You couldn't rile him too easily. He was too conceited. “No kidding, now. Do that composition for me,” he said. He had his coat on, and he was all ready to go. “Don't knock yourself out or anything, but just make it descriptive as The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving hell. Okay?” I didn't answer him. I didn't feel like it. All I said was, “Ask her if she still keeps all her kings in the back row.” “Okay,” Stradlater said, but I knew he wouldn't. “Take it easy, now.” He banged the hell out of the room. I sat there for about a half hour after he left. I mean I just sat in my chair, not doing anything. I kept thinking about Jane, and about Stradlater having a date with her and all. It made me so nervous I nearly went crazy. I already told The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving you what a sexy bastard Stradlater was. All of a sudden, Ackley barged back in again, through the damn shower curtains, as usual. For once in my stupid life, I was really glad to see him. He took my mind off the other stuff. He stuck around till around dinnertime, talking about all the guys at Pencey that he hated their guts, and squeezing this big pimple on his chin. He didn't even use his handkerchief. I don't even think the bastard had a handkerchief, if you want to know the truth. I never saw him use The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving one, anyway.



We always had the same meal on Saturday nights at Pencey. It was supposed to be a big deal, because they gave you steak. I'll bet a thousand bucks the reason they did that was because a lot of guys' parents came up to school on Sunday, and old Thurmer probably figured everybody's mother would ask their darling boy what he had for dinner last night, and he'd say, “Steak.” What a racket. You should've seen the steaks. They were these little hard, dry jobs that you could hardly even cut. You always The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving got these very lumpy mashed potatoes on steak night, and for dessert you got Brown Betty, which nobody ate, except maybe the little kids in the lower school that didn't know any better—and guys like Ackley that ate everything. It was nice, though, when we got out of the dining room. There were about three inches of snow on the ground, and it was still coming down like a madman. It looked pretty as hell, and we all started throwing snowballs and horsing around all over the place. It was very childish, but everybody was The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving really enjoying themselves. I didn't have a date or anything, so I and this friend of mine, Mal Brossard, that was on the wrestling team, decided we'd take a bus into Agerstown and have a hamburger and maybe see a lousy movie. Neither of us felt like sitting around on our ass all night. I asked Mal if he minded if Ackley came along with us. The reason I asked was because Ackley never did anything on Saturday night, except stay in his room and squeeze his pimples or something. Mal said he didn't mind but that he wasn The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving't too crazy about the idea. He didn't like Ackley much. Anyway, we both went to our rooms to get ready and all, and while I was putting on my galoshes and crap, I yelled over and asked old Ackley if he wanted to go to the movies. He could hear me all right through the shower curtains, but he didn't answer me right away. He was the kind of a guy that hates to answer you right away. Finally he came over, through the goddam curtains, and stood on the shower ledge and asked The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving who was going besides me. He always had to know who was going. I swear, if that guy was shipwrecked somewhere, and you rescued him in a goddam boat, he'd want to know who the guy was that was rowing it before he'd even get in. I told him Mal Brossard was going. He said, “That bastard... All right. Wait a second.” You'd think he was doing you a big favor. It took him about five hours to get ready. While he was doing it, I went over to my window and opened it and packed a The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving snowball with my bare hands. The snow was very good for packing. I didn't throw it at anything, though. I started to throw it. At a car that was parked across the street. But I changed my mind. The car looked so nice and white. Then I started to throw it at a hydrant, but that looked too nice and white, too. Finally I didn't throw it at anything. All I did was close the window and walk around the room with the snowball, packing it harder. A little while later, I still had it The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving with me when I and Brossnad and Ackley got on the bus. The bus driver opened the doors and made me throw it out. I told him I wasn't going to chuck it at anybody, but he wouldn't believe me. People never believe you. Brossard and Ackley both had seen the picture that was playing, so all we did, we just had a couple of hamburgers and played the pinball machine for a little while, then took the bus back to Pencey. I didn't care about not seeing the movie, anyway. It was supposed to be The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving a comedy, with Cary Grant in it, and all that crap. Besides, I'd been to the movies with Brossard and Ackley before. They both laughed like hyenas at stuff that wasn't even funny. I didn't even enjoy sitting next to them in the movies. It was only about a quarter to nine when we got back to the dorm. Old Brossard was a bridge fiend, and he started looking around the dorm for a game. Old Ackley parked himself in my room, just for a change. Only, instead of sitting on the arm of Stradlater's chair The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving, he laid down on my bed, with his face right on my pillow and all. He started talking in this very monotonous voice, and picking at all his pimples. I dropped about a thousand hints, but I couldn't get rid of him. All he did was keep talking in this very monotonous voice about some babe he was supposed to have had sexual intercourse with the summer before. He'd already told me about it about a hundred times. Every time he told it, it was different. One minute he'd be giving it to her in The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving his cousin's Buick, the next minute he'd be giving it to her under some boardwalk. It was all a lot of crap, naturally. He was a virgin if ever I saw one. I doubt if he ever even gave anybody a feel. Anyway, finally I had to come right out and tell him that I had to write a composition for Stradlater, and that he had to clear the hell out, so I could concentrate. He finally did, but he took his time about it, as usual. After he left, I put on my pajamas and bathrobe and my The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving old hunting hat, and started writing the composition. The thing was, I couldn't think of a room or a house or anything to describe the way Stradlater said he had to have. I'm not too crazy about describing rooms and houses anyway. So what I did, I wrote about my brother Allie's baseball mitt. It was a very descriptive subject. It really was. My brother Allie had this left-handed fielder's mitt. He was left-handed. The thing that was descriptive about it, though, was that he had poems written all over the fingers and the The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving pocket and everywhere. In green ink. He wrote them on it so that he'd have something to read when he was in the field and nobody was up at bat. He's dead now. He got leukemia and died when we were up in Maine, on July 18, 1946. You'd have liked him. He was two years younger than I was, but he was about fifty times as intelligent. He was terrifically intelligent. His teachers were always writing letters to my mother, telling her what a pleasure it was having a boy like Allie in their class The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving. And they weren't just shooting the crap. They really meant it. But it wasn't just that he was the most intelligent member in the family. He was also the nicest, in lots of ways. He never got mad at anybody. People with red hair are supposed to get mad very easily, but Allie never did, and he had very red hair. I'll tell you what kind of red hair he had. I started playing golf when I was only ten years old. I remember once, the summer I was around twelve, teeing off and all The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving, and having a hunch that if I turned around all of a sudden, I'd see Allie. So I did, and sure enough, he was sitting on his bike outside the fence—there was this fence that went all around the course—and he was sitting there, about a hundred and fifty yards behind me, watching me tee off. That's the kind of red hair he had. God, he was a nice kid, though. He used to laugh so hard at something he thought of at the dinner table that he just about fell off his chair. I The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving was only thirteen, and they were going to have me psychoanalyzed and all, because I broke all the windows in the garage. I don't blame them. I really don't. I slept in the garage the night he died, and I broke all the goddam windows with my fist, just for the hell of it. I even tried to break all the windows on the station wagon we had that summer, but my hand was already broken and everything by that time, and I couldn't do it. It was a very stupid thing to do, I'll admit, but The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving I hardly didn't even know I was doing it, and you didn't know Allie. My hand still hurts me once in a while when it rains and all, and I can't make a real fist any more—not a tight one, I mean—but outside of that I don't care much. I mean I'm not going to be a goddam surgeon or a violinist or anything anyway. Anyway, that's what I wrote Stradlater's composition about. Old Allie's baseball mitt. I happened to have it with me, in my suitcase, so I got The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving it out and copied down the poems that were written on it. All I had to do was change Allie's name so that nobody would know it was my brother and not Stradlater's. I wasn't too crazy about doing it, but I couldn't think of anything else descriptive. Besides, I sort of liked writing about it. It took me about an hour, because I had to use Stradlater's lousy typewriter, and it kept jamming on me. The reason I didn't use my own was because I'd lent it to The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving a guy down the hall. It was around ten-thirty, I guess, when I finished it. I wasn't tired, though, so I looked out the window for a while. It wasn't snowing out any more, but every once in a while you could hear a car somewhere not being able to get started. You could also hear old Ackley snoring. Right through the goddam shower curtains you could hear him. He had sinus trouble and he couldn't breathe too hot when he was asleep. That guy had just about everything. Sinus trouble, pimples, lousy teeth, halitosis, crumby fingernails. You The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving had to feel a little sorry for the crazy sonuvabitch.

Some things are hard to remember. I'm thinking now of when Stradlater got back from his date with Jane. I mean I can't remember exactly what I was doing when I heard his goddam stupid footsteps coming down the corridor. I probably was still looking out the window, but I swear I can't remember. I was so damn worried, that's why. When I really worry about something, I don't just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving I worry about something. Only, I don't go. I'm too worried to go. I don't want to interrupt my worrying to go. If you knew Stradlater, you'd have been worried, too. I'd double-dated with that bastard a couple of times, and I know what I'm talking about. He was unscrupulous. He really was. Anyway, the corridor was all linoleum and all, and you could hear his goddam footsteps coming right towards the room. I don't even remember where I was sitting when he came in—at the window, or in my The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving chair or his. I swear I can't remember. He came in griping about how cold it was out. Then he said, “Where the hell is everybody? It's like a goddam morgue around here.” I didn't even bother to answer him. If he was so goddam stupid not to realize it was Saturday night and everybody was out or asleep or home for the week end, I wasn't going to break my neck telling him. He started getting undressed. He didn't say one goddam word about Jane. Not one. Neither did I. I just watched him. All The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving he did was thank me for letting him wear my hound's-tooth. He hung it up on a hanger and put it in the closet. Then when he was taking off his tie, he asked me if I'd written his goddam composition for him. I told him it was over on his goddam bed. He walked over and read it while he was unbuttoning his shirt. He stood there, reading it, and sort of stroking his bare chest and stomach, with this very stupid expression on his face. He was always stroking his stomach or his chest The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving. He was mad about himself. All of a sudden, he said, “For Chrissake, Holden. This is about a goddam baseball glove.” “So what?” I said. Cold as hell. “Wuddaya mean so what? I told ya it had to be about a goddam room or a house or something.” “You said it had to be descriptive. What the hell's the difference if it's about a baseball glove?” “God damn it.” He was sore as hell. He was really furious. “You always do everything backasswards.” He looked at me. “No wonder you're flunking the hell out of here,” he The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving said. “You don't do one damn thing the way you're supposed to. I mean it. Not one damn thing.” “All right, give it back to me, then,” I said. I went over and pulled it right out of his goddam hand. Then I tore it up. “What the hellja do that for?” he said. I didn't even answer him. I just threw the pieces in the wastebasket. Then I lay down on my bed, and we both didn't say anything for a long time. He got all undressed, down to his shorts, and I lay The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving on my bed and lit a cigarette. You weren't allowed to smoke in the dorm, but you could do it late at night when everybody was asleep or out and nobody could smell the smoke. Besides, I did it to annoy Stradlater. It drove him crazy when you broke any rules. He never smoked in the dorm. It was only me. He still didn't say one single solitary word about Jane. So finally I said, “You're back pretty goddam late if she only signed out for nine-thirty. Did you make her be late signing in The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving?” He was sitting on the edge of his bed, cutting his goddam toenails, when I asked him that. “Coupla minutes,” he said. “Who the hell signs out for nine-thirty on a Saturday night?” God, how I hated him. “Did you go to New York?” I said. “Ya crazy? How the hell could we go to New York if she only signed out for nine-thirty?” “That's tough.” He looked up at me. “Listen,” he said, “if you're gonna smoke in the room, how 'bout going down to the can and do it? You may The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving be getting the hell out of here, but I have to stick around long enough to graduate.” I ignored him. I really did. I went right on smoking like a madman. All I did was sort of turn over on my side and watched him cut his damn toenails. What a school. You were always watching somebody cut their damn toenails or squeeze their pimples or something. “Did you give her my regards?” I asked him. “Yeah.” The hell he did, the bastard. “What'd she say?” I said. “Did you ask her if she still keeps all her kings in The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving the back row?” “No, I didn't ask her. What the hell ya think we did all night—play checkers, for Chrissake?” I didn't even answer him. God, how I hated him. “If you didn't go to New York, where'd ya go with her?” I asked him, after a little while. I could hardly keep my voice from shaking all over the place. Boy, was I getting nervous. I just had a feeling something had gone funny. He was finished cutting his damn toenails. So he got up from the bed, in just his damn shorts The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving and all, and started getting very damn playful. He came over to my bed and started leaning over me and taking these playful as hell socks at my shoulder. “Cut it out,” I said. “Where'd you go with her if you didn't go to New York?” “Nowhere. We just sat in the goddam car.” He gave me another one of those playtul stupid little socks on the shoulder. “Cut it out,” I said. “Whose car?” “Ed Banky's.” Ed Banky was the basketball coach at Pencey. Old Stradlater was one of his pets, because The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving he was the center on the team, and Ed Banky always let him borrow his car when he wanted it. It wasn't allowed for students to borrow faculty guys' cars, but all the athletic bastards stuck together. In every school I've gone to, all the athletic bastards stick together. Stradlater kept taking these shadow punches down at my shoulder. He had his toothbrush in his hand, and he put it in his mouth. “What'd you do?” I said. “Give her the time in Ed Banky's goddam car?” My voice was shaking something awful. “What a thing to say The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving. Want me to wash your mouth out with soap?” “Did you?” “That's a professional secret, buddy.” This next part I don't remember so hot. All I know is I got up from the bed, like I was going down to the can or something, and then I tried to sock him, with all my might, right smack in the toothbrush, so it would split his goddam throat open. Only, I missed. I didn't connect. All I did was sort of get him on the side of the head or something. It probably hurt him The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving a little bit, but not as much as I wanted. It probably would've hurt him a lot, but I did it with my right hand, and I can't make a good fist with that hand. On account of that injury I told you about. Anyway, the next thing I knew, I was on the goddam floor and he was sitting on my chest, with his face all red. That is, he had his goddam knees on my chest, and he weighed about a ton. He had hold of my wrists, too, so I couldn't take another sock at The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving him. I'd've killed him. “What the hell's the matter with you?” he kept saying, and his stupid race kept getting redder and redder. “Get your lousy knees off my chest,” I told him. I was almost bawling. I really was. “Go on, get off a me, ya crumby bastard.” He wouldn't do it, though. He kept holding onto my wrists and I kept calling him a sonuvabitch and all, for around ten hours. I can hardly even remember what all I said to him. I told him he thought he could give the The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving time to anybody he felt like. I told him he didn't even care if a girl kept all her kings in the back row or not, and the reason he didn't care was because he was a goddam stupid moron. He hated it when you called a moron. All morons hate it when you call them a moron. “Shut up, now, Holden,” he said with his big stupid red face. “just shut up, now.” “You don't even know if her first name is Jane or Jean, ya goddam moron!” “Now, shut up, Holden, God damn it The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving—I'm warning ya,” he said—I really had him going. “If you don't shut up, I'm gonna slam ya one.” “Get your dirty stinking moron knees off my chest.” “If I letcha up, will you keep your mouth shut?” I didn't even answer him. He said it over again. “Holden. If I letcha up, willya keep your mouth shut?” “Yes.” He got up off me, and I got up, too. My chest hurt like hell from his dirty knees. “You're a dirty stupid sonuvabitch of a moron,” I told him. That got him The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving really mad. He shook his big stupid finger in my face. “Holden, God damn it, I'm warning you, now. For the last time. If you don't keep your yap shut, I'm gonna—” “Why should I?” I said—I was practically yelling. “That's just the trouble with all you morons. You never want to discuss anything. That's the way you can always tell a moron. They never want to discuss anything intellig—” Then he really let one go at me, and the next thing I knew I was on the goddam floor again. I don The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving't remember if he knocked me out or not, but I don't think so. It's pretty hard to knock a guy out, except in the goddam movies. But my nose was bleeding all over the place. When I looked up old Stradlater was standing practically right on top of me. He had his goddam toilet kit under his arm. “Why the hell don'tcha shut up when I tellya to?” he said. He sounded pretty nervous. He probably was scared he'd fractured my skull or something when I hit the floor. It's too bad I The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving didn't. “You asked for it, God damn it,” he said. Boy, did he look worried. I didn't even bother to get up. I just lay there in the floor for a while, and kept calling him a moron sonuvabitch. I was so mad, I was practically bawling. “Listen. Go wash your face,” Stradlater said. “Ya hear me?” I told him to go wash his own moron face—which was a pretty childish thing to say, but I was mad as hell. I told him to stop off on the way to the can and give Mrs. Schmidt The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving the time. Mrs. Schmidt was the janitor's wife. She was around sixty-five. I kept sitting there on the floor till I heard old Stradlater close the door and go down the corridor to the can. Then I got up. I couldn't find my goddam hunting hat anywhere. Finally I found it. It was under the bed. I put it on, and turned the old peak around to the back, the way I liked it, and then I went over and took a look at my stupid face in the mirror. You never saw such gore in The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving your life. I had blood all over my mouth and chin and even on my pajamas and bath robe. It partly scared me and it partly fascinated me. All that blood and all sort of made me look tough. I'd only been in about two fights in my life, and I lost both of them. I'm not too tough. I'm a pacifist, if you want to know the truth. I had a feeling old Ackley'd probably heard all the racket and was awake. So I went through the shower curtains into his room, just to see what the The catcher in the rye 2 страница. I didn't have anything special to do, so I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving hell he was doing. I hardly ever went over to his room. It always had a funny stink in it, because he was so crumby in his personal habits.


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