At two o’clock, I went to meet Sally at the Biltmore Hotel; she was late but she looked stunning, so I immediately forgave her. We horsed around in the taxi on the way to the theater. When we were at the play, the actors really annoyed me because, like Ernie the piano player, they were almost too good at what they do and seemed really full of themselves, and all. During the intermission, Sally really irritated me by flirting with a pretentious boy from Andover, another prep school, but when she asked to go iceskating he agreed and took her to Radio City after the show.
While we were skating I though about how Sally might only have wanter to go ice-skating so she could wear the short skirts, her ass did look pretty cute though. When we took a break and sit down indoors, me and Sally really got to talking. I began to rant about all the phonies at the prep schools I'd been to and in New York, and all. Then I had this really great idea, me and Sally should run away together and escape from society, live on our own in a cabin, and all. Sally started saying that this dream was ridiculous, that when I got really agitated. We were arguing for quite a while when i said something that i regretted straight after, I called Sally a royal pain in the ass, thats when she started to cry. I apologized like a madman, but Sally was upset and angry with me, I couldn't take it any longer and left without her.
Sunday, 30 September 2007
Thursday, 27 September 2007
Chapter 16
After breakfast, I went for a walk. I thought about how selfless the nuns must be. I can’t imagine anyone I know being so generous and giving. I headed down Broadway to buy a record called “Little Shirley Beans” for Phoebe. I kinda like the record because, although it is for children, it is sung by a black blues singer who makes it sound raunchy, not cute. I thought about Phoebe, she is a wonderful girl, although she’s only ten, she always understands what I mean when I talk to her. You'd like her. I saw an oblivious little boy walking in the street, singing, “If a body catch a body coming through the rye.” That really gave my a big bang. I was that happy that i decided to give Jane a buzz, but i put the phone down when her mother answered the phone. I bought some tickets to a show called 'I Know My Love', for mine and Sally's date. She'd just die when I told her it was The Lunts.
I wanted to see old Phoebe, so I went to look for her in the park because she often roller-skates there on Sundays. I met this little girl who knows Phoebe. At first, she told me that Phoebe was on a school trip to the Museum of Natural History, but then she remembered that the trip was on the Saturday. Even though Phoebe wouldn't be there I walked to the museum anyway. I remembered the class trips I used to go on there. The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. It just kinda freezes time, everytime you went in, all the exhibits would be the same, even the same birds would be hanging from the ceiling. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you'd be so much older or anything. It wouldn't be that, exactly. You'd just be different, that's all. You'd have an overcoat on this time. Or the kid that was you partner in line last time had got scarlet fever and you'd have a new parter. Or you's have a substitute taking the class, instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you'd heard you mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you'd just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean you'd be different in some way - I can't explain what I mean. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it. When I got there though, I didn't feel much like going in, if Phoebe was there I probably would have, but she wasn't. So I just got a cab down to the Biltmore to meet Sally.
I wanted to see old Phoebe, so I went to look for her in the park because she often roller-skates there on Sundays. I met this little girl who knows Phoebe. At first, she told me that Phoebe was on a school trip to the Museum of Natural History, but then she remembered that the trip was on the Saturday. Even though Phoebe wouldn't be there I walked to the museum anyway. I remembered the class trips I used to go on there. The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. It just kinda freezes time, everytime you went in, all the exhibits would be the same, even the same birds would be hanging from the ceiling. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you'd be so much older or anything. It wouldn't be that, exactly. You'd just be different, that's all. You'd have an overcoat on this time. Or the kid that was you partner in line last time had got scarlet fever and you'd have a new parter. Or you's have a substitute taking the class, instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you'd heard you mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you'd just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean you'd be different in some way - I can't explain what I mean. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it. When I got there though, I didn't feel much like going in, if Phoebe was there I probably would have, but she wasn't. So I just got a cab down to the Biltmore to meet Sally.
Chapter 15
The next morning, I called Sally Hayes and made a date with her for later that afternoon. I checked out of the hotel and left my bags in a locker at Grand Central Station. I worried about losing my money, I remembered how my my father used to get when I lost things. While i had time to think, I was remembering my mother and how she hasn’t felt too healthy since my brother Allie died. Thats another reason that I can't tell her I got chucked out of Pencey, she might have a heartattack or something, she really might.
I went to eat breakfast at a little sandwich bar, where I met two nuns who were moving to Manhattan to teach in a school. I stuck up a conversation with one of the nuns about Romeo and Juliet. I saw that one of them had a little basket and asked if they were taking contributions because I was willing to make one. I eventually got them to take 10 dollars off me. After they left I realised just how much I shouldn't have given them that money, I needed it for my date with Sally. Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.
I went to eat breakfast at a little sandwich bar, where I met two nuns who were moving to Manhattan to teach in a school. I stuck up a conversation with one of the nuns about Romeo and Juliet. I saw that one of them had a little basket and asked if they were taking contributions because I was willing to make one. I eventually got them to take 10 dollars off me. After they left I realised just how much I shouldn't have given them that money, I needed it for my date with Sally. Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.
Chapter 14
I sat on my bed and smoked for a while in my hotel room. I remembered an incident shortly before Allie’s death, when I wouldn't let Allie come down to Lake Sedebego on our bikes and take our BB-guns, I still feel guilty for leaving Allie out. When I went to bed I kinda felt like praying, but I didn't. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. In my pajamas, I opened the door to face the elevator operator, Maurice, who had returned with Sunny to collect the extra five dollars Sunny demanded. I tried to refuse, I really did but old Maurice pined me against a wall while Sunny took the money from my wallet. Maurice snaped his finger into my groin, it hurt like hell, that's when I started to insult him. Maurice slugged me in the stomach and left me crumpled on the floor. I imagined myself as a movie character, taking my revenge on Maurice after having been plugged in the gut with a gangster’s bullet. Finally, I got into bed and went to sleep.
Chapter 13
Feeling like a coward for leaving Ernie’s, I walked the forty-one blocks from the nightclub back to the hotel. Along the way, i thought about my gloves, which were stolen at Pencey. I imagined an elaborate confrontation with the unknown thief, but im a coward at heart, i'll admit it, i'm afraid of violence and confrontation. When I got to the Edmont, I took the elevator up to my room. The elevator operator offered to send me a prostitute for five dollars, well I accepted I was depressed as hell. While waiting in my room, I thought about my cowardice again. I though about if i didn't get tougher maybe I would never sleep with a woman, because that's what they want, women that is, a man who asserts power and control. When the prostitute Sunny arrived I saw she was only a young girl with a high voice. I go depressed as hell, especially so when she removed her dress. She sat on my lap, trying to seduce me, but I was extremely nervous and told her I don't want to have sex because I am recovering from an operation on my “clavichord.” When I payed her the five dollars I would hvae owed her she claimed that the price was ten. I refused to pay the extra and she left in a huff.
Chapter 12
The cab was a real old one that smelled like someone'd just tossed his cookies in it. I always get those vomity kind of cabs if I go anywhere late at night.
What made it worse, it was so quiet and lonesome out, even though it was a saturday night.
In the cab i asked the driver if he knew the lagoon down by central park south. I asked him if by any chance he knew where the ducks go in winter. And boy was he sore about it. He kept saying that he doesn't know and that i should grow up and all. Lot of people say that to me, they really do. I don't pay the too much attention though.
I was taking the cab down to Ernie's nightclub and all. Ernie is a pianist, a good one at that. The only problem is he knows that he's good.
Anyway, when i got to Ernie's it was packed out as usual. Finally, they gaveme a table in the corner which i had to climb over a couple of people to get to.
I'm not sure what it was that old Ernie was playing, but whatever it was he was stinking it up adding in all these show-off ripples and high notes. The crown was going wild.
All of a sudden this girl came up to me, I recognized her almost at once. Her name was Lilliam Simmons, she used to go out with D.B. She asked me about him and I told her all about him moving to Hollywood and all. Prostituting himself. She thought it was 'marvelous', I hate that goddam word, it's so phony. She was with some sailor and when she left he gave the kind of handshake that practically broke your damn fingers off. When she asked me to join her I made up some excuse about having to meet somebody, I didn't feel to hot about staying and shooting the bull with old Lillian about D.B.
People are always ruining things for you!
What made it worse, it was so quiet and lonesome out, even though it was a saturday night.
In the cab i asked the driver if he knew the lagoon down by central park south. I asked him if by any chance he knew where the ducks go in winter. And boy was he sore about it. He kept saying that he doesn't know and that i should grow up and all. Lot of people say that to me, they really do. I don't pay the too much attention though.
I was taking the cab down to Ernie's nightclub and all. Ernie is a pianist, a good one at that. The only problem is he knows that he's good.
Anyway, when i got to Ernie's it was packed out as usual. Finally, they gaveme a table in the corner which i had to climb over a couple of people to get to.
I'm not sure what it was that old Ernie was playing, but whatever it was he was stinking it up adding in all these show-off ripples and high notes. The crown was going wild.
All of a sudden this girl came up to me, I recognized her almost at once. Her name was Lilliam Simmons, she used to go out with D.B. She asked me about him and I told her all about him moving to Hollywood and all. Prostituting himself. She thought it was 'marvelous', I hate that goddam word, it's so phony. She was with some sailor and when she left he gave the kind of handshake that practically broke your damn fingers off. When she asked me to join her I made up some excuse about having to meet somebody, I didn't feel to hot about staying and shooting the bull with old Lillian about D.B.
People are always ruining things for you!
Tuesday, 25 September 2007
Chapter 11
I got old Jane Gallagher on the brain again on the way out to the lobby. I got her on and i couldn't get her off. I remember when i showed her Allie's baseball mit, she was the only person i ever showed it to. She and I became very close. Then there was one night when we got close to necking. We were playing checkers on this big screened-in porch, I was kidding her about keeping her kings on the back row. Not too much though, you never wanted to kid Jane much. Anyway, that evening it was raining like hell and all of a sudden this booze hound her mother married came out of the house asking Jane if she knew where any cigarettes were. He had a lousy personality. Old Jane wouldn't answer him, and when the guy asked again she still didn't anwser, she didn't even look up. When the guy went in i asked he what was wrong and she wouldn't even answer me. When she began to cry i came and sat so close to her i was nearly on her goddam knee. Then she really started to cry. Then next thing I knew I was kissing her all over. Anywhere, her eyes, nose forehead.
Jane's terrific to hold hands with, all i knew was, you were happy. You really were.
Thinking of old Jane made me upset, so i returned to my room. All the light's where out in the rooms across the street. Although I was still wide awake, so i made my way downstairs to grab a taxi.
Jane's terrific to hold hands with, all i knew was, you were happy. You really were.
Thinking of old Jane made me upset, so i returned to my room. All the light's where out in the rooms across the street. Although I was still wide awake, so i made my way downstairs to grab a taxi.
Chapter 10
While changing to go and check out the hotels club, The Lavender Room, I damn near gave my kid sister Phoebe a buzz. But I couldn't take the chance of my parents answering. You should see old Phoebe, you never saw a kid so pretty and smart in your whole life. As a matter of fact im the only dumb one in the family. She had this red hair, a little bit like Allie's. You'd like her. I hate movies, but i don't mind taking old Phoebe, they kill her.
Anyway, it wasn't too crowded in The Lavender Room, but they still gave me a lousy table. After a failed attempt to but alcohol i settled for a Coke. They'd lose their jobs if they were caught selling to a minor. I'm a goddam minor.
Sort of hit it off with 3 witches and ended up dancing with all of them. The blonde one was the best looking of them but while dancing she started telling me how they saw Peter Lorre last night, some phoney actor. They left quite soon after I had danced with them all, saying they had to be up early for the first show at Radio City Music Hall.
Anyway, it wasn't too crowded in The Lavender Room, but they still gave me a lousy table. After a failed attempt to but alcohol i settled for a Coke. They'd lose their jobs if they were caught selling to a minor. I'm a goddam minor.
Sort of hit it off with 3 witches and ended up dancing with all of them. The blonde one was the best looking of them but while dancing she started telling me how they saw Peter Lorre last night, some phoney actor. They left quite soon after I had danced with them all, saying they had to be up early for the first show at Radio City Music Hall.
Thursday, 20 September 2007
Chapter 9
First thing i did when i got off at Penn Station was go to the phone booth, I felt like giving someone a buzz. As soon as I was inside though, I couldn't think of anybody to call up. I thought of giving Jane Gallagher's mother a buzz, find out when Jane's vacation started and all, but then i didn't feel like it.
Came out and got a cab, I'm so absent-minded, I gave the driver my regular address, so when I asked if he would turn around he said when he got a chance. Then all of a sudden I thought of something. I asked the driver about the ducks in the lagoon right near Central Park South, I asked where they go in the winter when it all gets frozen over. He turned right araound and looked at me like I was a madman. I told him I was just wondering but i had no idea. I had put on my red hunting hat but took it off before i checked into the Edmont hotel.
They gave me a very crumby room but i was to depressed to care. I went over to the window, you'd be surprised what was going on on the other side of the hotel, I saw one guy with gray hair with just shorts on do something unbelieveable. He first put a suitcase on the bed, then took real women's clothes out and put them on. In the window above his I saw a man and a woman squirting water out of their mouths at each other, they took it in turns for gods sake. All the while they were in hysterics, it wasn't even that funny. Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are.
After smoking a couple of cigarettes I felt pretty horny I have to admit. Then I got this idea. I had a number of someone i met at a party, I found it in my wallet and gave her a buzz. She wasn't exactly a whore or anything, she just used to be a burlesque stripper or something. She finally picked up so I asked if she wanted to meet up, she said she couldn't because she needed her beauty sleep. She suggested sunday but i told her i couldn't make it. Boy, I really fouled that one up, I should've at least made it for cocktails or something.
Came out and got a cab, I'm so absent-minded, I gave the driver my regular address, so when I asked if he would turn around he said when he got a chance. Then all of a sudden I thought of something. I asked the driver about the ducks in the lagoon right near Central Park South, I asked where they go in the winter when it all gets frozen over. He turned right araound and looked at me like I was a madman. I told him I was just wondering but i had no idea. I had put on my red hunting hat but took it off before i checked into the Edmont hotel.
They gave me a very crumby room but i was to depressed to care. I went over to the window, you'd be surprised what was going on on the other side of the hotel, I saw one guy with gray hair with just shorts on do something unbelieveable. He first put a suitcase on the bed, then took real women's clothes out and put them on. In the window above his I saw a man and a woman squirting water out of their mouths at each other, they took it in turns for gods sake. All the while they were in hysterics, it wasn't even that funny. Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are.
After smoking a couple of cigarettes I felt pretty horny I have to admit. Then I got this idea. I had a number of someone i met at a party, I found it in my wallet and gave her a buzz. She wasn't exactly a whore or anything, she just used to be a burlesque stripper or something. She finally picked up so I asked if she wanted to meet up, she said she couldn't because she needed her beauty sleep. She suggested sunday but i told her i couldn't make it. Boy, I really fouled that one up, I should've at least made it for cocktails or something.
Chapter 8
It wasn't too far to the station so I walked, it was cold as hell outside. I sort of enjoyed the fresh air though. The cold hurt my nose but my ears were nice and warm, I had the earlaps down, I didn't give a damn how i looked. I like riding on trains, I travel quite often, I especially like it at night. I took off my hat just as this lady got on at Trenton and sat down next to me. She stuck her bag right out in the isle. She was around forty or forty-five but she was very good looking. Women kill me. They really do. I don't mean i'm oversexed or anything - although i am quite sexy. She saw my Pencey Prep sticker and we got talkin, turns out her son went there too. When she asked my name I told her Rudolf Schmidt, I didn't feel like giving her my life story. Rudolf Schmidt was the janitor of our dorm. I felt bad after lying to her so I asked her about her son, mother's like nothing better than talking about there children. His name was Ernset, he was in my class and all. I talked him up for a bit saying he adapts very well to things. I suppose I got a little carried away but she seemed happy. After a while she looked me and asked why I was going home so early, she thought something might have been wrong at home. I reassured her everything was fine with my family, I said I had to have an operation. She was very concerned and all, I said I had a tiny tumor on my brain. She put her hand up to her mouth, I just told her i'd be fine because it was on the outside of my brain. I had to start reading this timetable I had in my pocket to stop lying.
Wednesday, 12 September 2007
Chapter 7- UNFINISHED!!!
A tiny bit of light came through from the shower curtains the divided mine and Ackley’s room, I went in and it was pretty dark, I whispered in the darkness to Ackley, asking if he was awake, I knew he wasn’t but I was trying to wake him. When he was awake I asked him where the light was, when I flicked the light on he put his hands up so it wouldn’t hurt his eyes. When he saw me he asked “what the hell happened to you” I just said that I had a little goddam tiff with Stradlater, and then went on to ask him if he felt like playing a little Canasta. But he still went on about my goddam face, telling my I was still bleeding. I persisted about playing Canasta. He started shouting about what time it is and that he had work in the morning. He started asking about the fight but I got out of answering by saying that by saying that it was a long story and I didn’t want to bore him. We shot the bull for a while, then he asked again what the hell the fight was about. I didn’t answer him. All I did was, I got up and went over and looked out of the window. I felt so lonesome, all of a sudden. I almost wished I was dead.
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