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561 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 16:02:49 ID:kcPvpGqk - or anything for Friday so that I could come see it.
"How's the play?" I asked her. "What'd you say the name of it was?"
"'A Christmas Pageant for Americans.' It stinks, but I'm Benedict Arnold
. I have practically the biggest part," she said. Boy, was she wide-awake. She g
ets very excited when she tells you that stuff. "It starts out when I'm dying. T
his ghost comes in on Christmas Eve and asks me if I'm ashamed and everything. Y
ou know. For betraying my country and everything. Are you coming to it?" She was
sitting way the hell up in the bed and all. "That's what I wrote you about. Are
you?"
"Sure I'm coming. Certainly I'm coming."
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579 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 16:14:48 ID:kcPvpGqk - us how when he was at Pencey they were the happiest days of his life, and givin
g us a lot of advice for the future and all. Boy, did he depress me! I don't mea
n he was a bad guy--he wasn't. But you don't have to be a bad guy to depress som
ebody--you can be a good guy and do it. All you have to do to depress somebody i
s give them a lot of phony advice while you're looking for your initials in some
can door--that's all you have to do. I don't know. Maybe it wouldn't have been
so bad if he hadn't been all out of breath. He was all out of breath from just c
limbing up the stairs, and the whole time he was looking for his initials he kep
t breathing hard, with his nostrils all funny and sad, while he kept telling Str
adlater and I to get all we could out of Pencey. God, Phoebe! I can't explain. I
| - マイケル・グリーン（Michael Green）
582 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 16:15:49 ID:kcPvpGqk - swer me," I said. "One thing I like a lot, or one thing I just like?"
"You like a lot."
"All right," I said. But the trouble was, I couldn't concentrate. About
all I could think of were those two nuns that went around collecting dough in th
ose beatup old straw baskets. Especially the one with the glasses with those iro
n rims. And this boy I knew at Elkton Hills. There was this one boy at Elkton Hi
lls, named James Castle, that wouldn't take back something he said about this ve
ry conceited boy, Phil Stabile. James Castle called him a very conceited guy, an
d one of Stabile's lousy friends went and squealed on him to Stabile. So Stabile
, with about six other dirty bastards, went down to James Castle's room and went
| - マイケル・グリーン（Michael Green）
611 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 16:36:19 ID:kcPvpGqk - I walked all the way downstairs, instead of taking the elevator. I went
down the back stairs. I nearly broke my neck on about ten million garbage pails,
but I got out all right. The elevator boy didn't even see me. He probably still
thinks I'm up at the Dicksteins'.
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Mr. and Mrs. Antolini had this very swanky apartment over on Sutton Plac
e, with two steps that you go down to get in the living room, and a bar and all.
| - マイケル・グリーン（Michael Green）
666 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 17:02:47 ID:kcPvpGqk - While I was walking up the stairs, though, all of a sudden I thought I w
as going to puke again. Only, I didn't. I sat down for a second, and then I felt
better. But while I was sitting down, I saw something that drove me crazy. Some
body'd written "Fuck you" on the wall. It drove me damn near crazy. I thought ho
w Phoebe and all the other little kids would see it, and how they'd wonder what
the hell it meant, and then finally some dirty kid would tell them--all cockeyed
, naturally--what it meant, and how they'd all think about it and maybe even wor
ry about it for a couple of days. I kept wanting to kill whoever'd written it. I
figured it was some perverty bum that'd sneaked in the school late at night to
take a leak or something and then wrote it on the wall. I kept picturing myself
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