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In the first place, that stuff bores me, and in the second place, my parents would have about two hemorrhages apiece if I told anything pretty personal about them. They’re quite touchy about anything like that, especially my father. They’re nice and all-I’m not saying that-but they’re also touchy as hell. Besides, I’m not going to tell you my whole goddam autobiography or anything.

I’ll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around last Christmas just before I got pretty run-down and had to come out here and take it easy. I mean that’s all I told D. That isn’t too far from this gyerrekre place, and he comes over and visits me practically every week end. He’s going to drive me home when I go home next month maybe. He just got a Jaguar.

One of those little English jobs that can hyerekre around two hundred miles an hour. It cost him damn near four thousand bucks.

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He’s got a lot of dough, now. He didn’t use to. He used to be just a regular writer, when he was home. He wrote this terrific book of short stories, The Secret Goldfish, gyerwkre case you never heard of him. Now he’s out in Hollywood, D. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s the movies. Don’t even mention them to me. Where I want to start telling is the day I left Pencey Prep. Pencey Prep is this school hangollva in Agerstown, Pennsylvania.

You probably heard of it. You’ve probably seen the ads, anyway. They advertise in about a thousand magazines, always showing some hotshot guy on a horse jumping hangova a fence. Like as if all you ever did at Pencey was play polo all the time. I never even once saw a horse anywhere near the place.

And underneath the guy on the horse’s picture, it always says: They don’t do any damn more molding at Pencey than they do at any other school.

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And I didn’t know anybody there that was splendid and clear-thinking and all. And they probably came to Pencey that way. Anyway, it was the Saturday of the football game with Saxon Hall.

The game gyereke Saxon Hall was supposed to be hamgolva very big gyerwkre around Pencey. It was the last game of the year, and you were supposed to commit suicide or something if old Hhangolva didn’t win. I remember around three o’clock that afternoon I was standing way the hell up on top of Thomsen Hill, right next to this crazy gyereke that was in the Revolutionary War and all.

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You could see the whole field from there, gyereore you could see the two teams bashing each other all over the place. You couldn’t see the grandstand too hot, but you could hear them all yelling, deep and terrific hanglva the Pencey side, because practically the whole school except hangola was there, and scrawny and faggy on the Saxon Hall side, because the visiting team hardly ever brought many people with them.

There were never many girls at all at the football games. Only seniors were allowed to bring girls with them. It was a terrible school, no matter how you looked at it. I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even if they’re only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or something. Old Selma Thurmer-she was the headmaster’s daughter-showed up at the games quite often, but she wasn’t exactly the type that drove you mad with desire.

She was a pretty nice girl, though. I sat next to her once in the bus from Agerstown and we sort of struck up a conversation. She had a big nose and her nails were all bitten down and bleedy-looking and she had on those damn falsies that point all over the place, but you felt sort of sorry for her.

What I liked about her, she didn’t give you a lot of horse manure about what a great guy her father was. She probably knew what a phony slob he was. The reason I was standing way up on Thomsen Hill, instead of down at the game, was because I’d just got back from New York with the fencing team. I was the goddam manager of the fencing team. Only, we didn’t have the meet. I left all the foils and equipment and stuff on the goddam subway. It wasn’t all my fault. I had to keep getting up to look at this map, so we’d know where to get off.

So we got back to Pencey around two-thirty instead of around dinnertime. The whole team ostracized me the whole way back on the train. It was pretty funny, in a way. The other reason I wasn’t down at the game was because I gyerekge on my way to say good-by to old Spencer, my history teacher. He had the grippe, and I figured I probably wouldn’t see him hangolvx till Christmas vacation started. He wrote me this note saying he wanted to see me before I went home.

He knew I wasn’t coming back to Pencey. I forgot to tell you about that. They kicked me out.

I wasn’t supposed to come back after Christmas vacation hanoglva account of I was flunking four subjects and not applying myself and all. They gave me frequent warning to start applying myself-especially around midterms, when my parents came up for a conference with old Thurmer-but I didn’t do it. So I got the ax. They give guys the ax quite frequently at Pencey.

It has a very good academic rating, Pencey. Anyway, it was December and all, and it was cold as a witch’s teat, especially on top of that stupid hill. I only had on my reversible and no gloves or anything. The week before that, somebody’d stolen my camel’s-hair coat right out of my room, with my fur-lined gloves right in the pocket and all. Pencey gyererke full of crooks. Quite a few guys came from gyereire very wealthy families, but it was full of crooks anyway.

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The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has-I’m not kidding. Anyway, I kept standing next to that crazy cannon, looking down at the game and freezing my ass off. Only, I wasn’t watching the game too much. What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of a good-by. I mean I’ve left schools and places I didn’t even know I was leaving them. I don’t care if it’s a sad good-by or a bad goodby, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it.

If you don’t, you feel even worse. All of a sudden I thought of something that helped make me know I was getting the hell out. I suddenly remembered this time, in around October, that I and Robert Tichener and Paul Campbell were chucking a gywrekre around, in front of the academic building.

They were nice guys, especially Tichener. It was just before dinner and it was getting pretty dark out, but we kept chucking the ball around anyway. It kept getting darker and darker, and we could hardly see the ball any more, but we didn’t want to stop doing what we were doing.

Finally we had to. This teacher that taught biology, Mr. Zambesi, hangllva his head out of this window in the academic building and told us to go back to the dorm and get ready for dinner. If I get a chance to remember that kind of stuff, I can get a good-by when I need one-at least, most of the time I can. As soon as I got it, I turned around and started running down the other side of the hill, toward old Spencer’s house.

He didn’t live on the hangola. He lived on Anthony Wayne Avenue. I ran all the way to the main gate, and then I waited a second till I got my breath.

I have no wind, if you want to know the truth. I’m quite a heavy smoker, for one thing-that is, I used to be.

They made me cut it out. Another thing, I grew six and a half inches last year. That’s also how I practically got t. I’m pretty healthy, though. Anyway, as soon as I got my breath back I ran across Route It was icy as hell and Hanholva damn near fell down.

I don’t even know what I was running for-I guess I just felt like it.