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The Catcher in the Rye
If
you
really
want
to
hear
about
it
,
the
first
thing
you
'll
probably
want
to
know
is
where
I
was
born
,
an
what
my
lousy
childhood
was
like
,
and
how
my
parents
were
occupied
and
all
before
they
had
me
,
and
all
that
David
Copperfield
kind
of
crap
,
but
I
do
n't
feel
like
going
into
it
,
if
you
want
to
know
the
truth
.
In
the
first
place
,
that
stuff
bores
me
,
and
in
the
second
place
,
my
parents
would
have
about
two
hemorrhages
apiece
if
I
told
anything
pretty
personal
about
them
.
They
're
quite
touchy
about
anything
like
that
,
especially
my
father
.
They
're
nice
and
all
--
I
'm
not
saying
that
--
but
they
're
also
touchy
as
hell
.
Besides
,
I
'm
not
going
to
tell
you
my
whole
goddam
autobiography
or
anything
.
I
'll
just
tell
you
about
this
madman
stuff
that
happened
to
me
around
last
Christmas
just
before
I
got
pretty
run-down
and
had
to
come
out
here
and
take
it
easy
.
I
mean
that
's
all
I
told
D.
B.
about
,
and
he
's
my
brother
and
all
.
He
's
in
Hollywood
.
That
is
n't
too
far
from
this
crumby
place
,
and
he
comes
over
and
visits
me
practically
every
week
end
.
He
's
going
to
drive
me
home
when
I
go
home
next
month
maybe
.
He
just
got
a
Jaguar
.
One
of
those
little
English
jobs
that
can
do
around
two
hundred
miles
an
hour
.
It
cost
him
damn
near
four
thousand
bucks
.
He
's
got
a
lot
of
dough
,
now
.
He
did
n't
use
to
.
He
used
to
be
just
a
regular
writer
,
when
he
was
home
.
He
wrote
this
terrific
book
of
short
stories
,
The
Secret
Goldfish
,
in
case
you
never
heard
of
him
.
The
best
one
in
it
was
"
The
Secret
Goldfish
.
"
It
was
about
this
little
kid
that
would
n't
let
anybody
look
at
his
goldfish
because
he
'd
bought
it
with
his
own
money
.
It
killed
me
.
Now
he
's
out
in
Hollywood
,
D.
B.
,
being
a
prostitute
.
If
there
's
one
thing
I
hate
,
it
's
the
movies
.
Do
n't
even
mention
them
to
me
.
Where
I
want
to
start
telling
is
the
day
I
left
Pencey
Prep
.
Pencey
Prep
is
this
school
that
's
in
Agerstown
,
Pennsylvania
.
You
probably
heard
of
it
.
You
've
probably
seen
the
ads
,
anyway
.
They
advertise
in
about
a
thousand
magazines
,
always
showing
some
hotshot
guy
on
a
horse
jumping
over
a
fence
.
Like
as
if
all
you
ever
did
at
Pencey
was
play
polo
all
the
time
.
I
never
even
once
saw
a
horse
anywhere
near
the
place
.
And
underneath
the
guy
on
the
horse
's
picture
,
it
always
says
:
"
Since
1888
we
have
been
molding
boys
into
splendid
,
clear-thinking
young
men
.
"
Strictly
for
the
birds
.
They
do
n't
do
any
damn
more
molding
at
Pencey
than
they
do
at
any
other
school
.
And
I
did
n't
know
anybody
there
that
was
splendid
and
clear-thinking
and
all
.
Maybe
two
guys
.
If
that
many
.
And
they
probably
came
to
Pencey
that
way
.
Anyway
,
it
was
the
Saturday
of
the
football
game
with
Saxon
Hall
.
The
game
with
Saxon
Hall
was
supposed
to
be
a
very
big
deal
around
Pencey
.
It
was
the
last
game
of
the
year
,
and
you
were
supposed
to
commit
suicide
or
something
if
old
Pencey
did
n't
win
.
I
remember
around
three
o'clock
that
afternoon
I
was
standing
way
the
hell
up
on
top
of
Thomsen
Hill
,
right
next
to
this
crazy
cannon
that
was
in
the
Revolutionary
War
and
all
.
You
could
see
the
whole
field
from
there
,
and
you
could
see
the
two
teams
bashing
each
other
all
over
the
place
.
You
could
n't
see
the
grandstand
too
hot
,
but
you
could
hear
them
all
yelling
,
deep
and
terrific
on
the
Pencey
side
,
because
practically
the
whole
school
except
me
was
there
,
and
scrawny
and
faggy
on
the
Saxon
Hall
side
,
because
the
visiting
team
hardly
ever
brought
many
people
with
them
.
There
were
never
many
girls
at
all
at
the
football
games
.
Only
seniors
were
allowed
to
bring
girls
with
them
.
It
was
a
terrible
school
,
no
matter
how
you
looked
at
it
.
I
like
to
be
somewhere
at
least
where
you
can
see
a
few
girls
around
once
in
a
while
,
even
if
they
're
only
scratching
their
arms
or
blowing
their
noses
or
even
just
giggling
or
something
.
Old
Selma
Thurmer
--
she
was
the
headmaster
's
daughter
--
showed
up
at
the
games
quite
often
,
but
she
was
n't
exactly
the
type
that
drove
you
mad
with
desire
.
She
was
a
pretty
nice
girl
,
though
.
I
sat
next
to
her
once
in
the
bus
from
Agerstown
and
we
sort
of
struck
up
a
conversation
.
I
liked
her
.
She
had
a
big
nose
and
her
nails
were
all
bitten
down
and
bleedy-looking
and
she
had
on
those
damn
falsies
that
point
all
over
the
place
,
but
you
felt
sort
of
sorry
for
her
.
What
I
liked
about
her
,
she
did
n't
give
you
a
lot
of
horse
manure
about
what
a
great
guy
her
father
was
.
She
probably
knew
what
a
phony
slob
he
was
.
The
reason
I
was
standing
way
up
on
Thomsen
Hill
,
instead
of
down
at
the
game
,
was
because
I
'd
just
got
back
from
New
York
with
the
fencing
team
.
I
was
the
goddam
manager
of
the
fencing
team
.
Very
big
deal
.
We
'd
gone
in
to
New
York
that
morning
for
this
fencing
meet
with
McBurney
School
.
Only
,
we
did
n't
have
the
meet
.
I
left
all
the
foils
and
equipment
and
stuff
on
the
goddam
subway
.
It
was
n't
all
my
fault
.
I
had
to
keep
getting
up
to
look
at
this
map
,
so
we
'd
know
where
to
get
off
.
So
we
got
back
to
Pencey
around
two-thirty
instead
of
around
dinnertime
.
The
whole
team
ostracized
me
the
whole
way
back
on
the
train
.
It
was
pretty
funny
,
in
a
way
.
The
other
reason
I
was
n't
down
at
the
game
was
because
I
was
on
my
way
to
say
good-by
to
old
Spencer
,
my
history
teacher
.
He
had
the
grippe
,
and
I
figured
I
probably
would
n't
see
him
again
till
Christmas
vacation
started
.
He
wrote
me
this
note
saying
he
wanted
to
see
me
before
I
went
home
.
He
knew
I
was
n't
coming
back
to
Pencey
.
I
forgot
to
tell
you
about
that
.
They
kicked
me
out
.
I
was
n't
supposed
to
come
back
after
Christmas
vacation
on
account
of
I
was
flunking
four
subjects
and
not
applying
myself
and
all
.
They
gave
me
frequent
warning
to
start
applying
myself
--
especially
around
midterms
,
when
my
parents
came
up
for
a
conference
with
old
Thurmer
--
but
I
did
n't
do
it
.
So
I
got
the
ax
.
They
give
guys
the
ax
quite
frequently
at
Pencey
.
It
has
a
very
good
academic
rating
,
Pencey
.
It
really
does
.
