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.