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292 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 11:34:56 ID:9aEw8LYK - ound with her at all, and if you do like her, then you're supposed to like her f
ace, and if you like her face, you ought to be careful about doing crumby stuff
to it, like squirting water all over it. It's really too bad that so much crumby
stuff is a lot of fun sometimes. Girls aren't too much help, either, when you s
tart trying not to get too crumby, when you start trying not to spoil anything r
eally good. I knew this one girl, a couple of years ago, that was even crumbier
than I was. Boy, was she crumby! We had a lot of fun, though, for a while, in a
crumby way. Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know w
here the hell you are. I keep making up these sex rules for myself, and then I b
reak them right away. Last year I made a rule that I was going to quit horsing a
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302 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 11:38:32 ID:9aEw8LYK - or something.
10
It was still pretty early. I'm not sure what time it was, but it wasn't
too late. The one thing I hate to do is go to bed when I'm not even tired. So I
opened my suitcases and took out a clean shirt, and then I went in the bathroom
and washed and changed my shirt. What I thought I'd do, I thought I'd go downsta
irs and see what the hell was going on in the Lavender Room. They had this night
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333 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 11:58:38 ID:9aEw8LYK - with her mother in this LaSalle convertible they had. My mother didn't think Ja
ne was pretty, even. I did, though. I just liked the way she looked, that's all.
I remember this one afternoon. It was the only time old Jane and I ever
got close to necking, even. It was a Saturday and it was raining like a bastard
out, and I was over at her house, on the porch--they had this big screened-in po
rch. We were playing checkers. I used to kid her once in a while because she wou
ldn't take her kings out of the back row. But I didn't kid her much, though. You
never wanted to kid Jane too much. I think I really like it best when you can k
id the pants off a girl when the opportunity arises, but it's a funny thing. The
girls I like best are the ones I never feel much like kidding. Sometimes I thin
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381 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 12:18:32 ID:9aEw8LYK - sing. It really was.
"Sunny," she said. "Let's go, hey."
"Don't you feel like talking for a while?" I asked her. It was a childis
h thing to say, but I was feeling so damn peculiar. "Are you in a very big hurry
?"
She looked at me like I was a madman. "What the heck ya wanna talk about
?" she said.
"I don't know. Nothing special. I just thought perhaps you might care to
chat for a while."
She sat down in the chair next to the desk again. She didn't like it, th
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388 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 12:27:25 ID:9aEw8LYK - e me up. If you think I'm--"
"I said I'd pay you for coming and all. I really will. I have plenty of
dough. It's just that I'm practically just recovering from a very serious--"
"What the heck did you tell that crazy Maurice you wanted a girl for, th
en? If you just had a goddam operation on your goddam wuddayacallit. Huh?"
"I thought I'd be feeling a lot better than I do. I was a little prematu
re in my calculations. No kidding. I'm sorry. If you'll just get up a second, I'
ll get my wallet. I mean it."
She was sore as hell, but she got up off my goddam lap so that I could g
o over and get my wallet off the chiffonier. I took out a five-dollar bill and h
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459 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 14:00:13 ID:9aEw8LYK - tler. I mean you don't just go up to somebody and say, "You're a terrific whistl
er." But I roomed with him for about two whole months, even though he bored me t
ill I was half crazy, just because he was such a terrific whistler, the best I e
ver heard. So I don't know about bores. Maybe you shouldn't feel too sorry if yo
u see some swell girl getting married to them. They don't hurt anybody, most of
them, and maybe they're secretly all terrific whistlers or something. Who the he
ll knows? Not me.
Finally, old Sally started coming up the stairs, and I started down to m
eet her. She looked terrific. She really did. She had on this black coat and sor
t of a black beret. She hardly ever wore a hat, but that beret looked nice. The
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492 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 14:23:52 ID:9aEw8LYK - Anyway, I gave old Jane a buzz again, but her phone didn't answer, so I
had to hang up. Then I had to look through my address book to see who the hell m
ight be available for the evening. The trouble was, though, my address book only
has about three people in it. Jane, and this man, Mr. Antolini, that was my tea
cher at Elkton Hills, and my father's office number. I keep forgetting to put pe
ople's names in. So what I did finally, I gave old Carl Luce a buzz. He graduate
d from the Whooton School after I left. He was about three years older than I wa
s, and I didn't like him too much, but he was one of these very intellectual guy
s-- he had the highest I.Q. of any boy at Whooton--and I thought he might want t
o have dinner with me somewhere and have a slightly intellectual conversation. H
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518 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 14:38:49 ID:9aEw8LYK - "No kidding! She Chinese, for Chrissake?"
"Obviously."
"No kidding! Do you like that? Her being Chinese?"
"Obviously."
"Why? I'd be interested to know--I really would."
"I simply happen to find Eastern philosophy more satisfactory than Weste
rn. Since you ask."
"You do? Wuddaya mean 'philosophy'? Ya mean sex and all? You mean it's b
etter in China? That what you mean?"
"Not necessarily in China, for God's sake. The East I said. Must we go o
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576 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 16:12:55 ID:9aEw8LYK - I don't even feel like talking about it. It was a stinking school. Take my word.
"
Old Phoebe didn't say anything, but she was listen ing. I could tell by
the back of her neck that she was listening. She always listens when you tell he
r something. And the funny part is she knows, half the time, what the hell you'r
e talking about. She really does.
I kept talking about old Pencey. I sort of felt like it.
"Even the couple of nice teachers on the faculty, they were phonies, too
," I said. "There was this one old guy, Mr. Spencer. His wife was always giving
you hot chocolate and all that stuff, and they were really pretty nice. But you
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604 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 16:31:58 ID:9aEw8LYK - "You heard what your father said about using that word. What was lousy a
bout it? You had a lovely lamb chop. I walked all over Lexington Avenue just to-
-"
"The lamb chop was all right, but Charlene always breathes on me wheneve
r she puts something down. She breathes all over the food and everything. She br
eathes on everything."
"Well. Go to sleep. Give Mother a kiss. Did you say your prayers?"
"I said them in the bathroom. G'night!"
"Good night. Go right to sleep now. I have a splitting headache," my mot
her said. She gets headaches quite frequently. She really does.
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619 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 16:39:26 ID:9aEw8LYK - "Oh, sure! I like somebody to stick to the point and all. But I don't li
ke them to stick too much to the point. I don't know. I guess I don't like it wh
en somebody sticks to the point all the time. The boys that got the best marks i
n Oral Expression were the ones that stuck to the point all the time--I admit it
. But there was this one boy, Richard Kinsella. He didn't stick to the point too
much, and they were always yelling 'Digression!' at him. It was terrible, becau
se in the first place, he was a very nervous guy--I mean he was a very nervous g
uy--and his lips were always shaking whenever it was his time to make a speech,
and you could hardly hear him if you were sitting way in the back of the room. W
hen his lips sort of quit shaking a little bit, though, I liked his speeches bet
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628 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 16:45:15 ID:9aEw8LYK - le fall. But I don't honestly know what kind. . . Are you listening to me?"
"Yes."
You could tell he was trying to concentrate and all.
"It may be the kind where, at the age of thirty, you sit in some bar hat
ing everybody who comes in looking as if he might have played football in colleg
e. Then again, you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, 'It
's a secret between he and I.' Or you may end up in some business office, throwi
ng paper clips at the nearest stenographer. I just don't know. But do you know w
hat I'm driving at, at all?"
"Yes. Sure," I said. I did, too. "But you're wrong about that hating bus
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656 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 16:59:04 ID:9aEw8LYK - ugh any more to go stark staring mad in the toy department, but she enjoys horsi
ng around and looking at the people. The Christmas before last I took her downto
wn shopping with me. We had a helluva time. I think it was in Bloomingdale's. We
went in the shoe department and we pretended she--old Phoebe-- wanted to get a
pair of those very high storm shoes, the kind that have about a million holes to
lace up. We had the poor salesman guy going crazy. Old Phoebe tried on about tw
enty pairs, and each time the poor guy had to lace one shoe all the way up. It w
as a dirty trick, but it killed old Phoebe. We finally bought a pair of moccasin
s and charged them. The salesman was very nice about it. I think he knew we were
horsing around, because old Phoebe always starts giggling.
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676 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 17:10:41 ID:9aEw8LYK - f the can, right before I got to the door, I sort of passed out. I was lucky, th
ough. I mean I could've killed myself when I hit the floor, but all I did was so
rt of land on my side. it was a funny thing, though. I felt better after I passe
d out. I really did. My arm sort of hurt, from where I fell, but I didn't feel s
o damn dizzy any more.
It was about ten after twelve or so then, and so I went back and stood b
y the door and waited for old Phoebe. I thought how it might be the last time I'
d ever see her again. Any of my relatives, I mean. I figured I'd probably see th
em again, but not for years. I might come home when I was about thirty-five. I f
igured, in case somebody got sick and wanted to see me before they died, but tha
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