chapter 26: The End

Thats all im going to tell you about. I could go into when I went home and how I got ill, but I don’t feel like it. People keep asking me if im going to apply myself when I go back to school, especially this one psychoanalyst. But how do I know what I going to do until I actually do it. D.B. isn’t as bad as the rest though. He asked me what I think about it all, about what I just told you. And the truth is, I don’t know what I think about it. Im sorry i told so many people about it. Now I sort of miss the people I told. Even old Stradlater and Ackley, I think I even miss that goddam Maurice. Its funny. Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.

Chapter 25

suddenly regretted giving my red hunting hat to Old Pheobe as soon as I got out. I was walking round the streets like a madman. I was thinking that I might not make it across to the other side of the street safely, so I started pleading to Allie, not to God but to Allie to see me safely across the street. The thoughts of fleeing out west game back again and I decided I was gona do it. I wanted to go and say goodbye to Phoebe though, and to give her christmas dough back. So I wrote her a note I delivered it to her school and everything and just as I was leaving I saw that some rotten kid had scratched 'Fuck you' into one of the walls. That annoyed the hell outta me. I saw it written more than onsce. It annoyed me so much that I wanted to kill the person that had put it there! The minute you find somewhere nice some bastard comes along and writes the word 'Fuck You' all over it! I went to the museum to meet Phoebe and I was walking along of the corridors and I found another 'Fuck You' written on the wall. I couldn't rub it off. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So I stood and waited outside of the museum and waited for Old Phoebe, in my note I'd told her that I was going away and all and that this was her last chance to say goodbye.
When I saw her coming up the road, she was dragging a big suitcase with her. She told me she was coming with me, I told her she couldn't. We had a row about it, we were practically yelling in the street. In the end I told her I would go home with her, and I meant it. But by the time she was kinda mad at me. I offered to take her to the park but she didn't answer so I walked on and headed towards the park. She walked on the other side of the road. That killed me. I knew she would follow me in the end. When we got there I was reminded of my childhood. Me, Allie, Phoebe and D.B used to come here as children and go on the carousel. I gave Phoebe some dough and watched her on the carousel. Before she went on she took my hunting hat out of my pocket and put it on my head with the ear flaps down and all and I sat and I watched her as she went around and around and around. She looked so nice and pretty and all. I wish you coulda been there.

chapter 24

Mr and Mrs Antolini lived in some swanky apartment over in Sutton place. It wasn't too far from my mothers place, but I felt sort of funny when I got outside. So I took a cab down to Sutton place. Mr Antolini answered the door and I could tell he was a bit oiled up. When I got inside we sort of chewed the fat a while whilst Mrs Antolini brewed us up some coffee. When the coffee was finally ready Mrs Antolini went to bed. Soon we got round tothe topic of me flunking out of Pencey Prep. I was so goddam sleepy. I started to tell Mr Antolini about my old english lessons. You had to make a spontaneous speech and all and if they went off topic you had to shout 'digression!' and all at them. It was horrible. I find it much more interesting when someone goes off topic. Later on into the night Mr Antolini kept on giving be a load of advice about mky future and stuff. He even gave me a qoute from some psychoanalyst. It said, "The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the immature man is that he wants to live humbly for one." But I felt so damn tired all of a sudden and I couldn't understand it completely. Mr Antolini was so oiled up that he was asking a lot of silly questions like, "How's your women?" Then I did something very rude. I couldn't stop myself, I let out some huge yawn. It was so rude of me, Mr Antolini didnt care of cause and he helped me make up a bed for me. I must of fell asleep very quickly because I dont remember much. All I know is that I was woke up and found Mr Antolini stroking my head. That kind of perverty stuff scares me to tell you the truth, it really does. Boy I left that place as quick as I can. All Mr Antolini would say to me is that i'm a very strange child.

chapter 23

I had to be very quick on the phone because I didn’t want my parents to walk in on me. I don't like to think what my Dad would have said! Mr Antolini was very nice. He was about the best teacher I ever had. When I got back to D.B’s room, Phoebe turned on the radio and we danced for a little while. We danced to about four tracks. “The front door!” I quickly ran and turned off the desk light. Then I grabbed my shoes and hid in the closet. My mum thought Phoebe had been smoking, mostly because I had been smoking in the house, which I should not have been. But she just said she lit one and put it out. Good old Phoebe. When my mum finally left, I said my goodbyes and started to cry when she borrowed me her Christmas money. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t stop. I really couldn't. I walked all the way downstairs and nearly broke my goddam neck on garbage pails. I had to be quick, Mr Antolini was waiting for me, and I didn't want my Mum and Dad to catch me me. In a way, I wish they did catch me...

Chapter 22

Phoebe still wouldn’t look at me, she was mad because I got kicked out at Pencey. I started to explain why I had been kicked out and why I was failing in all my subjects. She said it was because I hate everything. She told me to name one thing that I do like. I couldn’t concentrate though, all kept thinking about was the nuns I had seen at breakfast, and a boy at Elkton Hills called James Castle. He jumped out of the window because some phonies were forcing him to take back something he had said and he wouldn’t, so they did something terrible to him, it was so bad that he jumped out of the window. I told Phoebe that I liked Allie. She reminded me that he was dead though, and she really started to get sore about it. I said just because someone’s dead doesn’t mean you stop liking them. Phoebe then started to talk about what I want to do with my life. I asked her if she knew the song ‘If a body catch a body comin’ through the rye’. She corrected me and told me that it was ‘If a body meet a body’, a poem by Robert Burns. I kept picturing little kids playing a game in a big field. Thousands of kids, and nobody else around except me, and my job is to save them all from falling of the edge of the cliff. That’s all I’d do all day, save the kids. I know its crazy, but it’s what I’d really like to be. Phoebe didn’t say anything for a while and then when she did it was “Daddy’s going to kill you”. I told her I didn’t give a damn, and I really didn’t anymore. I got up to make a phone call to Mr Antolini, my English teacher at Elkton Hills.

chapter 21

I decided I would go back home just to say hello to Phoebe and then beat it before anybody else sees me. After about an hour I finally got to Phoebes room. But she wasn’t there. She always sleeps in D.B’s room when he’s not there. It was quiet as hell when I went in his room. So I just sat on his desk and read through Phoebe’s notebook. I woke her up. She was so excited to see me. I had to keep telling her to be quiet. I asked her how school was and just talked for a while. She kept telling me that my parents were going to kill me for getting kicked out of school. So I went to the living room to get some cigarettes.

chapter 20

I stayed in the bar and got drunk. I sat there till about one o’clock or so, getting drunk as a bastard. I started that stupid business with the bullet in my guts again. I left and stumbled over to a phone booth. I thought I would give Jane a buzz, but by the time I got there I didn’t feel like ringing Jane, I was to drunk I guess. So what I did was, I gave old Sally Hayes a buzz. We didn’t have much of a conversation, my fault; I was to drunk to even understand. After a bit we both hung up and I stayed in the booth for a while holding onto he phone so I wouldn’t pass out, I wasn’t feeling too good. So, I thought I’d walk to the duck pond in Central Park to see if the ducks were still around. As I just got into the park I dropped Phoebes goddam record, it broke into about 50 pieces. I damn near cried, it made me feel so terrible. I didn’t jus leave the pieces though, I picked them all up and put them in my pocket. They wasn’t any good but I didn’t want to just leave them. I must have been drunker than I thought because I couldn’t find the lagoon. When I finally found it, it was half frozen and half not and there were no ducks in sight. I was shivering like hell, I had little chunks of ice on the back of my head. I thought I might get pneumonia and die. I started to imagine the mob that would come to my funeral. It’d be just like Allies funeral with all the aunts and what not coming over. I wasn’t at Allies funeral though, just like he wont be at mine, because I was still at the hospital because of my hand.
Anyway, when the weathers nice m parents go and put a bunch of flowers on Allies grave. I used to go but I cut it out. It wasn’t too bad when the weather was nice but when it rained and everybody rushed to their cars to put the radio and heater on to got somewhere nice for dinner. Goddam crappy people. I wanted to speak to Phoebe, so I decided to risk going home. My parents would be asleep so I could sneak in and out without them knowing. So I got the hell out of the park, and went home. I walked all the way. It wasn’t too far and I wasn’t tires or even drunk anymore. It was just very cold and nobody around anywhere.

chapter 19

I met Carl in this bar, we got talking for a while. He told me I was annoying from virtually as soon as i arrived and had been doin so for aslong as he could remember. He told me my mind was immature and that he noticed I wasn't right in the head when I was younger. After Carl went I felt lonesome as hell. I decided to pretend I was shot again, just sat there at the bar clutching my gut, blood dripping on the floor. Maybe I was just wounded mentally and wanted to show it in my own way, I'm not sure. im goddam mental i swear!!

chapter 18

I thought about giving Jane a buzz, so I did. Only she didn’t answer. I gave old Carl Luce a buzz instead, he was 3 years older than me, I didn’t like him much, but I wanted to speak to someone. We made plans to meet for a drink at around 10 o’clock. I had a lot of time to kill so I went to see a movie at Radio City. It was probably the worst thing I could have done. The Rockettes’ Christmas stage show was on. It was so phoney. I used to go and watch it with Allie every year, we loved the drummer.Then the picture started. It was boring as hell. I would tell you about it, but I might puke. The lady sat next to me cried al the way through the goddam picture. The phonier it got…the more she cried. She had a little kid with her who was bored as hell and wanted to go to the bathroom, but she just ignored him. It kills me when you see someone cry there eyes out over something as phoney as that and 9 times out of 10 their heartless bastards. After it had finished I started to walk over to the Wicker Bar, where I was meeting Carl Luce. I started to think about war because the movie was about war and all. I couldn’t go to war, id rather be shot or something. I’m sort of glad they’ve got the atomic bomb invented. If there’s ever another war, I’m going to sit right the hell on top of it. Ill volunteer for it, I swear to God I will.

Chapter 17

At two o’clock, I went to meet Sally at the Biltmore Hotel; she was late by abotu 10 minutes but she looked stunning, so I immediately forgave her. We horsed around in the taxi on the way to the theater. whilst we were watching the play all i coudl think abotu was how much the actors really annoyed me because, like Ernie the piano player, they were almost too good at what they did and seemed really full of themselves, and all. During the intermission, Sally really irritated me by flirting with sum stuck up son of a bitch from Andover, another prep school, but when she asked to go iceskating i agreed and took her to Radio City after the show.
While we were skating I though about how Sally might only have wanted to go ice-skating so she could wear the short skirts, her ass did look pretty cute though. When we took a break and sat down indoors, me and Sally really got talking. I began to rant about all the phonies at the prep schools I'd been to and in New York, and all. Then I had this really great idea, me and Sally should run away together and escape from society, live on our own in a cabin, and all. Sally started saying that this dream was ridiculous, that when I got really agitated. We were arguing for quite a while when i said something that i regretted straight after, I called Sally a royal pain in the ass, thats when she started to cry. I apologized like a madman, but Sally was upset and angry with me, I couldn't take it any longer and left without her.

I finished my breakfast around twelve, but I wasn’t meeting Sally until two. So I decided I would do for a walk. But all I could think about were the two nunsi had met the previous day. The old beat up straw basket that they collected their money in. I walked over to Broadway. I wanted to go to this record store to find Phoebe’s favourite record. ‘Little Shirley Beans.’ It was very hard to get. It was about this kid that wouldn’t go out of the house because she didn’t have her two front teeth. i new she would love that, and i new exactly where she would be so i could go and give it her straight away. I saw this family walking infront of me. A father, mother and a little kid. The father and his wife were just talking, not paying any attention to the kid. The kid was swell. Instead of waking on the sidewalk he walked right next to the curb. He kept singing. ‘If a body catch a body coming through the rye.’ It made me feel a little bit better. I wasn’t so depressed anymore.

Chapter 15

I didn’t sleep because it was only around ten o’clock when I woke up. I felt pretty hungry, the last thing i had eaten was two hamburgers. The phone was right next to me, and I started to call down to reception and have them send me up some breakfast. but instead i just lay in bed for a while. What I did decide to do though was give old Sally Hayes a buzz. I wasn’t to crazy about her. but she was worthy of a phone call, I used to think she was quite intelligent. The reason I did was because she knew quite a lot about the theatre and plays and literature and all that goddam stuff. My trouble is I always think whoever I am necking is a pretty intelligent person.

Chapter 14

I sat on my bed and smoked for a while in my hotel room. I remembered an incident shortly before Allie’s death, when I wouldn't let Allie come down to the Lake on our bikes i said we were taking our BB-guns, and that we were planning on shooting things. I still feel guilty for leaving Allie out. When I went to bed I kinda felt like praying, but I didn't. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. In my pajamas, I opened the door to face the guy from the elevator, Maurice, who had returned with Sunny to collect the extra five dollars Sunny demanded. I tried to refuse, I really did but old Maurice pined me against a wall while Sunny took the money from my wallet. Maurice snaped his finger into my groin, it hurt like hell, that's when I started to insult him. Maurice slugged me in the stomach and left me on the floor. After he had left i tried to imagien myself as a movie actor and that i had been shot... how phoney was that i hate the goddam movies for god sake!!!!

Chapter 13

I walked back to the hotel. Forty one Goddam blocks. I put my hunting hat on. I wish i had my gloves me, it was goddam cold as hell, but some sonuvabitch stole them at Pencey, I wish I knew who’d stolen them. I probly wouldn’t have done anything though even if I knew, im very yellow that way. Anyway I got in the elevator back up to my room. I didn’t feel much like sticking round in that crappy lobby, I wall really depressed and all, I almost wished I was dead, I really did. The elevator guy asked me if I was interested in a good time. I didn’t know what he was talking about at first. He meant a goddam prostitute for the night. He said it was 5 bucks a throw and 15 till noon. I said Ok, I don’t know why though, I was depressed as hell. I wasn’t even thinking straight. A bit later when i had changed, god nows why i did i mean it was only a prostitute, a young girl arrived, too young if you ask me. Her name was Sonny and she was about my age. I didn’t feel like sleeping with her, you could tell she was really scared. It made me feel sad as hell that somebody as young as her did this crappy thing for money, it really did. So instead of sleeping with her i shot the bull about how I was recovering from an operation on my “clavichord”. That killed me. So I gave her the 5bucks and asked her to leave, she said it was 10, but I didn’t give in. After a while she finally left.

Chapter 12

I took a cab to a Greenwich Village nightclub, Ernie’s, a place where I used to go with D. B. The cab driver was named Horwitz, and he seemed a pretty friendly guy. well atleast i thought thsi of him until i tried to ask him about the ducks in the Central Park lagoon, he got all touchy and I was quite suprised really. I mean all i wanted to no was where the ducks go in winter, but thought i was tring to take the piss ou tof him!! At Ernie’s, I listened to him play the piano but was unimpressed.i sat down at the table and ordered a Scotch and soda1 whilst i was sat there i listened to the conversations around me, which I found quite depressing and phony. I bumped into an obnoxious girl named Lillian Simmons, who D. B. used to date! boy did she annoy me even here phoney date seemed unimpressed by her, to escape the goddam phoney I swiftly left the nightclub

Chapter 11

All i could think about was Jane i couldn't get her of my goddam mind. I was pretty sure Stradlater hadn't give her the time! It took me a while to get Jane to stop giving me the freeze the first time I ever said hello to her, because my mum made a big stink about her dog relieving itself on our grass! Anyway, we soon got friends!
I spent alot of time with Jane Gallager, but I only got close to necking with her once. I remember that afternoon. We were sat playing checkers in her porch, she had all her Kings on the back row. All of a sudden the booze hound her Mum was married to and asked Jane if there were any cigarettes at the house. I didn't know him well but I knew he had a lousy personality. Jane ignored him, he asked her twice but she didn't answer, she just stared down at the game. When the guy finally went back in the house I asked Jane what the hell was going on. Seconds later a big tear just dropped onto the board, I can still see it now. It bothered the hell outta me, I don't know why. She wouldn't tell me what was going on! I just told her to move over and sat down next to her, I was practically on her knee! Before I knew it, I was kissing her all over, her eyes, ears, nose, head, but just not her mouth. She sorta wouldn't let me get to her mouth. After a while she went in and put on this red and white sweater and we went to the cinema. Boy i hate the movies. Anyway, that was the closest we ever got to necking.
Anyway, thats what I was thinking when I was sat in the lobby. When I looked round there was hardy anyone in the lobby anymore, even the whory blondes had gone. All of a sudden I felt like getting the hell outta there. I went downstairs and got a cab and told the cab driver to take me to Ernies. D.B. used to take me there, Ernie is this big black man that sits there playing the piano. He's a terrific snob, but he really can play the piano. You can tell he's the sorta guy who won't talk to you unless your a big shot

I went to a phone booth, I felt like giving somebody a buzz. I thought about a girl I used to go around, Sally Hayes, I knew her Christmas vacation had started already. But I knew her mother would and answer, she said I was wild and had no direction in life, so I decided not to. Besides it was much too late.
I checked in at a Hotel. They gave me this goddam crappy room, I was to depressed to care though. That hotel was lousy with perverts, men dressing in womens clothing, men and women taking turns at squirting water at each other out of their mouths. Im probably the biggest sex maniac you every saw but I was probably the only normal bastard in the place. I think if you really like a girl you shouldn’t horse around with her. So you don’t spoil it. Sex is something I really don’t understand too hot. I swear to god I don’t.
I decided to ring up this girl a guy from Princeton told me about. She wasn’t a whore or anything but she didn’t mind doing it once in a while. Anyway she wouldn’t come on account of the time and all, so I left it.

I went through the shower curtain and asked whether he was awake. He was - and yeah, he did hear us. He sat up in bed with a very white face, the cream for all his goddam crappy spots. I couldnt find the light, which I really needed on. He kept asking why I wanted the light on, that really annoyed me, he was always askin why why why!!
He asked what the fight was about, I just said long story. I asked if i could stay in Ely's - he was away for the weekend. Anyway Ackley kept on asking about this goddam lousy fight me and Stradlater had. I told him it was about him, that really got him going. I told him I was kidding though. So I went over and got onto Ely's bed. I couldnt stop thinking about Jane and just what hapened in Ed Banky's car. Boy did it get on my nerves, I was going insane just thinking about all the things Stradlater could have tried to do to her, or did to her!
I woke Ackley up to take my mind of Jane. I asked him about joining a monastery, he wasnt to pleased. I got up from Ely's bed and started toward the door, I couldnt stand staying in that crappy atmosphere any longer. I gave Ackley a big phoney handshake and left.
Everybody was asleep or at home for the weekend. I didnt want to hang around Pencey anymore, you know just waiting 'til Wednesday for the big goodbye, after all theres no putting of what you know is going to happen. So I got my things together and counted my dough. I was pretty loaded, my Grandmother sent me some money about a week before and shes quite lavish with her money. She sends me birthday money 4 times a year, shes not got all her marbles anymore.
I went down the corridor and asked Frederick Woodruff how much he would give me for my typewriter I lent him, he was a pretty wealthy guy. I could tell he didnt really want it, but I managed to get twenty outta him.

I knew damn well he was awake when I saw him lying in his bed. I finally found the switch to the light and turned it on. Old Ackley put his hands up so it wouldn't hurt his eyes. He asked what the hell happened to me when he saw the blood and all from where Stradlater hit me. He asked what the goddamn fight was about but I just said it was a long story. I never discussed my personal life with him. After a while I went over and looked out of the window. I felt so lonesome all of a sudden. I almost wished I was dead. Ackley asked what the fight was about for about the goddamn fiftieth time. He certainly was a bore about that. I went over and laid down on Ely's bed. Boy did I feel lonesome. I just laid there and thought about Jane and all.
Once I'd left Ackley snoring in his bed, I decided that I was going to leave Pencey - right that same night and all. I mean, not wait till Wednesday or anything. I went back to my room and started to pack. It made me a little depressed because I had to pack these brand-new ice skated my mother had sent me a couple of days before. She bought me the wrong kind of skated though.

I couldn't remember what I was doing when I heard Stradlater come through the door, I propably couldn't here him because I was so god damn worried!
If you knew Sradlater, you would’ve been very worried too. I’d double dated with him before and I know what I am talking about.

After he chatted to me for a bit, he asked me if I had done his go dam composition. He started moaning because I write it about a baseball mitt. He said “You don’t do one god damn thing the way you’re supposed to.” The sonnovabitch annoyed me so much that I ripped it up in his face. I lay down on my bed and smoked a cigarette.

I asked if he had a good night and all that bull. I asked if he gave her my regards. He said yes, but to hell he did. Phoney! All he did all night was sit in Ed Banky’s car. That’s it! Ed Banky is the basketball coach you see. He let all the athletic sonnovabitches use his car, even though they weren’t meant too

Chapter 5

I didn't have a date or anything so I hung around with this friend of mine. Mal Brossard. We messed around in the snow for a while. It was still coming down really hard by the evening. Looked pretty as hell though. Mal suggested that we get a bus into town, get a hamburger and go and see a lousy movie. I hate the movies, so I stuck around my dorm and decided to to Stradlater's crappy composition.
I stared out of the window for what must've been like an hour. I was staring at the snow. Like I said, I thought it was pretty, it looked nice and white. Anyway, I couldn't really think of a room, or a house, or anything like that. I put on my red hunting hat and tried to think. Besides, I ain't too crazy about describing houses or rooms anyway. so insteead I wrote about my Brother, Allie's baseball mitt. It was a really descriptive subject. It really was. It was a left-handed fielder's mitt. Allie was left handed. It had loadsa' poetry scribbled all over it. It was all over the fingers and the pockets, everywhere. Allie's dead now. He died of leukemia. He was eleven. Two years younger than me. He's been dead three years. He was very intelligent, he really was. His teachers were always sending letters to my parents telling them just how intelligent he was. He was probably the most intelligent member of the family. I guess I kinda idolized him because of it. Idolizing my kid Brother... i no how strange that sounds. He had red hair and the weird thing is, people with red hair are supposed to be really angry. Not Allie. He couldn't get mad at anything. He was the nicest guy ever. God he was a nice kid.
I cried like hell when he died. I was only thirteen and they were going to have me psychoanalyzed. All because I broke all the windows in the garage. I slept in the garage for a while. I slept there the night he died. I broke all the goddam windows with my fists. I Damn near broke my hand. I can't make a proper fist with it anymore.

CHAPTER 4

i didn't have anything special to do so i went down the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving. We were the only ones there, due all the other sunovabitches being down at the goddam game.stradlater was in the middle wash basin, god was he good looking. Anyway I sat down next to him and started to turn the cold water on and off... it was a stupid habbit i had when i was nervous!! One thing i hate is whistling especially when the person whos doing it can't do it very well and guess what.. stradlater was doing it to Song of India.

You should see the rusty shaver that stradlater was using it was full of lather and hairs and any other crap you can think of!!

Anyway i was sat there listening to him whistle his crapy song, when the goddam fool turned to me and said do me a favour, as soon as he said it i should have said no but instead i said what? the goddam cheeky sunovabitch asked me to do a compositon for him!!!!! so like the crazy fool I am, i said i would do it if i had time.

After a while i got bored of listening to stradlater and decided to do a tap dance, dont ask me why i just had the urge to do one. It was in my GODDAM BLOOD.

Moments in to my tapdance stradlater asked me where i had got my red hunting hat from. I had bought it this morning in New York i told him, which i had. the best thing was it was dirt cheap, a buck to be exact.

I changed the subject and asked him who is date was. I asked him was it fitzgerald and he said no. so I simply stated that she was my type of woman, and do u no what the cheeky sunovabitch said, take er shes to old for you!! well i flipped and got him in a half nelson. He really wasn't in the mood for horsing around so he broke my nelson grip quite easily he was a lot stronger than me.

I asked him again who his date was and he replied Jean Gallagher!! well i nearly dropped dead when he told me her name. She had been my neighbour the year before last god was i excited when i heard her name. Jean was a girl I had really liked and to sum degree still do to this day. I told stradlater all about the good times I had spent with her.. to be honest i dont think the phoney was even listening. Anyway i continued to tell him any way all about the how we played checkers together and how she placed all her kings on the back row. I asked him several times to ask her whether she still did it now. He said he would but I new he was lieing.

Once stradlater was ready to leave he put on MY hounds-tooth jacket adn left .. the goddam idiot was gona stretch it he was much broader than me!!!

I was sat there thinking about stradlater and especially Jean Gallagher on a date... when Ackely the scruffy so and so barged in through the shower curtain. Boy was i glad to see him...

chapter 2


... i arrived at Old Spencers house and was greated by mrs spencer. She's friendly I guess, but I'm not exactly fond of old people. It's awful - they love control! One day cnat remember exactly when, but it was some time during the week, me and some guys went over for a talk and some hot chocolate and old Spencer just sat there and showed us an old Navajo blanket that he'd bought of some Indian a while back. When I went up to see him he was sat there wrapped up in that very same blanket with some old bathrobe on which showed his bumpy chests. Old men always look disgusting especially when you could see there nobbly knees and ther hairy chest is knocks me sick.I went there to say goodbyeto old spencer but all I really got was a lecture about my History exam. He read it out to me,i hated it when teachers did that. I even wrote him a note so he wouldn't feel bad. He always says words I don't like; "grand", "boy" and repeats things. that was one of the things abotu mr spencer i didn't like.
while he was going on with himself, I started to think about the pond in central Park. In winter it gets frozen over.. so where do the ducks go?

chapter 1


My name is Holden Caulfield i live in the city of New York not far from Central Park. my school, Pencey Prep is my 4th school i have attended in my lifetime but even this school is full of phoneys, and if theres one thing i cant stand its PHONEYS!! i was just about to be kicked out of Prencey Prep for failing four out of five subjects, it not that im thick or any thing, its just that i really cant be bothered!! i mean you can tell that im not stupid because after all im not failing English, and lets be honest thats not an easy subject. Dispite my good grades in english the stupid phoneys at Prencey Prep have stilld decided to kick me out. Before i left Pencey Preps campus i went to visit old Mr Spencer who was my history teacher who had grippe. it is that tiem of year now where a lot of sport events are taking places, i am part of one sports team which is the fencing team..i am manager!! im not sure i like the job of being manger because it means i have a lot of responsabilities and have to rememeber things such as the equipment, which i failed to remember last time. I left the swords on the undergrounds so are team was unable to takeplace in the event. I hate Prencey Prep but i had to see Mr spencer before i left...