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280 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 11:30:32 ID:JEg5XSTx - e of illness in the family." She really looked worried about it. She wasn't just
being nosy, you could tell.
"No, everybody's fine at home," I said. "It's me. I have to have this op
eration."
"Oh! I'm so sorry," she said. She really was, too. I was right away sorr
y I'd said it, but it was too late.
"It isn't very serious. I have this tiny little tumor on the brain."
"Oh, no!" She put her hand up to her mouth and all. "Oh, I'll be all rig
ht and everything! It's right near the outside. And it's a very tiny one. They c
an take it out in about two minutes."
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365 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 12:10:21 ID:JEg5XSTx - could both be blindfolded or something. It's a funny kind of yellowness, when y
ou come to think of it, but it's yellowness, all right. I'm not kidding myself.
The more I thought about my gloves and my yellowness, the more depressed
I got, and I decided, while I was walking and all, to stop off and have a drink
somewhere. I'd only had three drinks at Ernie's, and I didn't even finish the l
ast one. One thing I have, it's a terrific capacity. I can drink all night and n
ot even show it, if I'm in the mood. Once, at the Whooton School, this other boy
, Raymond Goldfarb, and I bought a pint of Scotch and drank it in the chapel one
Saturday night, where nobody'd see us. He got stinking, but I hardly didn't eve
n show it. I just got very cool and nonchalant. I puked before I went to bed, bu
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426 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 13:09:25 ID:JEg5XSTx - s name?"
"Tybalt."
"That's right. Tybalt," I said--I always forget that guy's name. "It was
Romeo's fault. I mean I liked him the best in the play, old Mercutio. I don't k
now. All those Montagues and Capulets, they're all right--especially Juliet--but
Mercutio, he was--it's hard to explain. He was very smart and entertaining and
all. The thing is, it drives me crazy if somebody gets killed-- especially someb
ody very smart and entertaining and all--and it's somebody else's fault. Romeo a
nd Juliet, at least it was their own fault."
"What school do you go to?" she asked me. She probably wanted to get off
| - マイケル・グリーン（Michael Green）
439 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 13:30:19 ID:JEg5XSTx - When I came out of the record store, I passed this drugstore, and I went
in. I figured maybe I'd give old Jane a buzz and see if she was home for vacati
on yet. So I went in a phone booth and called her up. The only trouble was, her
mother answered the phone, so I had to hang up. I didn't feel like getting invol
ved in a long conversation and all with her. I'm not crazy about talking to girl
s' mothers on the phone anyway. I should've at least asked her if Jane was home
yet, though. It wouldn't have killed me. But I didn't feel like it. You really h
ave to be in the mood for that stuff.
I still had to get those damn theater tickets, so I bought a paper and l
ooked up to see what shows were playing. On account of it was Sunday, there were
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441 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 13:31:35 ID:JEg5XSTx - ly good, you can always tell he knows he's good, and that spoils it. You take Si
r Laurence Olivier, for example. I saw him in Hamlet. D.B. took Phoebe and I to
see it last year. He treated us to lunch first, and then he took us. He'd alread
y seen it, and the way he talked about it at lunch, I was anxious as hell to see
it, too. But I didn't enjoy it much. I just don't see what's so marvelous about
Sir Laurence Olivier, that's all. He has a terrific voice, and he's a helluva h
andsome guy, and he's very nice to watch when he's walking or dueling or somethi
ng, but he wasn't at all the way D.B. said Hamlet was. He was too much like a go
ddam general, instead of a sad, screwed-up type guy. The best part in the whole
picture was when old Ophelia's brother--the one that gets in the duel with Hamle
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455 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 13:57:29 ID:JEg5XSTx - y kids on a seesaw. One of them was sort of fat, and I put my hand on the skinny
kid's end, to sort of even up the weight, but you could tell they didn't want m
e around, so I let them alone.
Then a funny thing happened. When I got to the museum, all of a sudden I
wouldn't have gone inside for a million bucks. It just didn't appeal to me--and
here I'd walked through the whole goddam park and looked forward to it and all.
If Phoebe'd been there, I probably would have, but she wasn't. So all I did, in
front of the museum, was get a cab and go down to the Biltmore. I didn't feel m
uch like going. I'd made that damn date with Sally, though.
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