Mr Antolini

Mr Antolini lit another cigarette. He smoked like a fiend. Then he said, 'Frankly, I don´t know what the hell to say to you, Holden.'
'I know. I am very hard to talk to. I realize that.'
'I have a feeling that you´re riding for some kind of terrible, terrible 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 hating everybody who comes in looking as if he might have played football in college. 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, throwing paper-clips at the nearest stenographer. I just don´t know. But do you know what I´m driving at, at all?'



The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger

Old Phoebe

Old Phoebe said something then, but I couldn´t hear her. She had the side of her mouth right smack on the pillow, and I couldn´t hear her.
' What?' I said. ' Take your mouth away. I can´t her you with your mouth that way.'
' You don´t like anything that´s happening.'
It made me even more depressed when she said that.
' Yes, I do. Yes, I do. Sure I do. Don´t say that. Why the hell do you say that?'
' Because you don´t. You don´t like any schools. You don´t like a million things. You don´t.'
' I do! That´s where you´re wrong - that´s exactly where you´re wrong! Why the hell do you have to say that?' I said. Boy, was she depressing me.
' Because you don´t, ' she said. ' Name one thing.'
' One thing? One thing I like?' I said. ' Okay.'
The trouble was, I couldn´t concentrate too hot. Sometimes it´s hard to concentrate.



taken from The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger

Jane

I held hands with her all the time, for instance. That doesn´t sound like much, I realize, but she was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls, if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they´d bore you or something. Jane was different. We´d get into a goddam movie or something, and right away we´d start holding hands, and we wouldn´t quit till the movie was over. And without changing position or making a big deal out of it, You never even worried, with Jane, wether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.


The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger

for you 2.

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Happy day you 4´s and 7´s