The Catcher In The Rye McCook

He was with some gorgeous blonde, and the two of them were trying to be very blasé and all, like as if he didn't even know people were looking at him.

"Holden. . . One short, faintly stuffy, pedagogical question. Don't you think there's a time and place for everything? Don't you think if someone starts out to tell you about his father's farm, he should stick to his guns, then get around to telling you about his uncle's brace? Or, if his uncle's brace is such a provocative subject, shouldn't he have selected it in the first place as his subject--not the farm?"

"Do you have any particular qualms about leaving Pencey?"

He kept saying they were too new and bourgeois.

"Not necessarily in China, for God's sake. The East I said. Must we go on with this inane conversation?"

"Oh, I don't know. That digression business got on my nerves. I don't know. The trouble with me is, I like it when somebody digresses. It's more interesting and all."

It just drove me stark staring mad when I thought about her and Stradlater parked somewhere in that fat-assed Ed Banky's car.

You couldn't rile him too easily.

She used to be a burlesque stripper or something.

Sinus trouble, pimples, lousy teeth, halitosis, crumby fingernails.

...damn if the football team loses, and all you do is talk about girls and liquor and sex all day, and everybody sticks together in these dirty little goddam cliques. The guys that are on the basketball team stick together, the Catholics stick together, the goddam intellectuals stick together, the guys that play bridge stick together. Even the...

I mean my mother always thought Jane and her mother were sort of snubbing her or something when they didn't say hello.

The whole team ostracized me the whole way back on the train.

"Apparently before he phoned me he'd just had a long, rather harrowing letter from your latest headmaster, to the effect that you were making absolutely no effort at all. Cutting classes. Coming unprepared to all your classes. In general, being an all-around--" "I didn't cut any classes. You weren't allowed to cut any. There were a couple of them I didn't attend once in a while, like that Oral Expression I told you about, but I didn't cut any."

I'm a goddam spendthrift at heart.

"Holden. . . One short, faintly stuffy, pedagogical question. Don't you think there's a time and place for everything? Don't you think if someone starts out to tell you about his father's farm, he should stick to his guns, then get around to telling you about his uncle's brace? Or, if his uncle's brace is such a provocative subject, shouldn't he have selected it in the first place as his subject--not the farm?"

I ordered a Scotch and soda, and told him not to mix it--I said it fast as hell, because if you hem and haw, they think you're under twenty-one and won't sell you any intoxicating liquor.

He was unscrupulous.

The one thing I did, though, I was careful as hell not to get boisterous or anything.

He was a real rake and all, but he knocked women out.

"Pencey? It's not too bad. It's not paradise or anything, but it's as good as most schools. Some of the faculty are pretty conscientious."

The band was putrid.

Sally said I was a sacrilegious atheist.

I have this grandmother that's quite lavish with her dough.

It was a very crude thing to do, in chapel and all, but it was also quite amusing.

She was pretty affected, but very good-looking.

I said it suave as hell.

...tend to express themselves more clearly, and they usually have a passion for following their thoughts through to the end. And--most important--nine times out of ten they have more humility than the unscholarly thinker. Do you follow me at all?"

I wasn't supposed to come back after Christmas vacation on account of I was flunking four subjects and not applying myself and all.

She probably knew what a phony slob he was.