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299 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 11:37:36 ID:ODnrN/7g - n. "You sound a little on the young side."
I laughed. "Thank you for the compliment," I said-- suave as hell. "Hold
en Caulfield's my name." I should've given her a phony name, but I didn't think
of it.
"Well, look, Mr. Cawffle. I'm not in the habit of making engagements in
the middle of the night. I'm a working gal."
"Tomorrow's Sunday," I told her.
"Well, anyway. I gotta get my beauty sleep. You know how it is."
"I thought we might have just one cocktail together. It isn't too late."
"Well. You're very sweet," she said. "Where ya callin' from? Where ya at
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304 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 11:39:16 ID:ODnrN/7g - ur whole life. She's really smart. I mean she's had all A's ever since she start
ed school. As a matter of fact, I'm the only dumb one in the family. My brother
D.B.'s a writer and all, and my brother Allie, the one that died, that I told yo
u about, was a wizard. I'm the only really dumb one. But you ought to see old Ph
oebe. She has this sort of red hair, a little bit like Allie's was, that's very
short in the summertime. In the summertime, she sticks it behind her ears. She h
as nice, pretty little ears. In the wintertime, it's pretty long, though. Someti
mes my mother braids it and sometimes she doesn't. It's really nice, though. She
's only ten. She's quite skinny, like me, but nice skinny. Roller-skate skinny.
I watched her once from the window when she was crossing over Fifth Avenue to go
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325 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 11:53:47 ID:ODnrN/7g - talked more than the other two. She kept saying these very corny, boring things,
like calling the can the "little girls' room," and she thought Buddy Singer's p
oor old beat-up clarinet player was really terrific when he stood up and took a
couple of ice-cold hot licks. She called his clarinet a "licorice stick." Was sh
e corny. The other ugly one, Laverne, thought she was a very witty type. She kep
t asking me to call up my father and ask him what he was doing tonight. She kept
asking me if my father had a date or not. Four times she asked me that--she was
certainly witty. Old Bernice, the blonde one, didn't say hardly anything at all
. Every time I'd ask her something, she said "What?" That can get on your nerves
after a while.
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344 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 12:01:54 ID:ODnrN/7g - "Well, don't get sore about it," I said. He was sore about it or somethi
ng.
"Who's sore? Nobody's sore."
I stopped having a conversation with him, if he was going to get so damn
touchy about it. But he started it up again himself. He turned all the way arou
nd again, and said, "The fish don't go no place. They stay right where they are,
the fish. Right in the goddam lake."
"The fish--that's different. The fish is different. I'm talking about th
e ducks," I said.
"What's different about it? Nothin's different about it," Horwitz said.
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400 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 12:38:02 ID:ODnrN/7g - g all over the place. "You're trying to chisel me."
Old Maurice unbuttoned his whole uniform coat. All he had on underneath
was a phony shirt collar, but no shirt or anything. He had a big fat hairy stoma
ch. "Nobody's tryna chisel nobody," he said. "Let's have it, chief."
"No."
When I said that, he got up from his chair and started walking towards m
e and all. He looked like he was very, very tired or very, very bored. God, was
I scared. I sort of had my arms folded, I remember. It wouldn't have been so bad
, I don't think, if I hadn't had just my goddam pajamas on.
"Let's have it, chief." He came right up to where I was standing. That's
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419 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 12:50:26 ID:ODnrN/7g - them, my suitcases, for instance. He kept saying they were too new and bourgeoi
s. That was his favorite goddam word. He read it somewhere or heard it somewhere
. Everything I had was bourgeois as hell. Even my fountain pen was bourgeois. He
borrowed it off me all the time, but it was bourgeois anyway. We only roomed to
gether about two months. Then we both asked to be moved. And the funny thing was
, I sort of missed him after we moved, because he had a helluva good sense of hu
mor and we had a lot of fun sometimes. I wouldn't be surprised if he missed me,
too. At first he only used to be kidding when he called my stuff bourgeois, and
I didn't give a damn--it was sort of funny, in fact. Then, after a while, you co
uld tell he wasn't kidding any more. The thing is, it's really hard to be roomma
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477 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 14:14:55 ID:ODnrN/7g - asn't even shouting.
"Take cars," I said. I said it in this very quiet voice. "Take most peop
le, they're crazy about cars. They worry if they get a little scratch on them, a
nd they're always talking about how many miles they get to a gallon, and if they
get a brand-new car already they start thinking about trading it in for one tha
t's even newer. I don't even like old cars. I mean they don't even interest me.
I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake. A hor
se you can at least--"
"I don't know what you're even talking about," old Sally said. "You jump
from one--"
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535 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 15:46:56 ID:ODnrN/7g - bastards.
"Listen. Give her my compliments. Ask her if that goddam waiter gave her
my message, willya?"
"Why don't you go home, Mac? How old are you, anyway?"
"Eighty-six. Listen. Give her my compliments. Okay?"
"Why don't you go home, Mac?"
"Not me. Boy, you can play that goddam piano." I told him. I was just fl
attering him. He played the piano stinking, if you want to know the truth. "You
oughta go on the radio," I said. "Handsome chap like you. All those goddam golde
n locks. Ya need a manager?"
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566 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 16:07:04 ID:ODnrN/7g - of my hand and then she put them in the drawer of the night table. She kills me
.
"D.B. coming home for Christmas?" I asked her.
"He may and he may not, Mother said. It all depends. He may have to stay
in Hollywood and write a picture about Annapolis."
"Annapolis, for God's sake!"
"It's a love story and everything. Guess who's going to be in it! What m
ovie star. Guess!"
"I'm not interested. Annapolis, for God's sake. What's D.B. know about A
nnapolis, for God's sake? What's that got to do with the kind of stories he writ
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