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If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, an what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. Pencey Prep is this school that's in Agerstown, Pennsylvania. Like as if all you ever did at Pencey was play polo all the time. "I've been just fine, Holden." She closed the closet door. " The way she asked me, I knew right away old Spencer'd told her I'd been kicked out. I just mean that I used to think about old Spencer quite a lot, and if you thought about him too much, you wondered what the heck he was still living for.
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. He used to be just a regular writer, when he was home. I never even once saw a horse anywhere near the place. She hung up my coat in the hall closet, and I sort of brushed my hair back with my hand. I mean he was all stooped over, and he had very terrible posture, and in class, whenever he dropped a piece of chalk at the blackboard, some guy in the first row always had to get up and pick it up and hand it to him. But if you thought about him just enough and not too much, you could figure it out that he wasn't doing too bad for himself. Thanks a lot." He'd written me this note asking me to stop by and say good-by before vacation started, on account of I wasn't coming back. I'd have come over to say good-by anyway." "Have a seat there, boy," old Spencer said.
Besides, I'm not going to tell you my whole goddam autobiography or anything. And I didn't know anybody there that was splendid and clear-thinking and all. It was the last game of the year, and you were supposed to commit suicide or something if old Pencey didn't win. You could tell old Spencer'd got a big bang out of buying it. You take somebody old as hell, like old Spencer, and they can get a big bang out of buying a blanket.
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 remember around three o'clock that afternoon I was standing way the hell up on top of Thomsen Hill, right next to this crazy cannon that was in the Revolutionary War and all. His door was open, but I sort of knocked on it anyway, just to be polite and all. He was sitting in a big leather chair, all wrapped up in that blanket I just told you about.
"C'mon, c'mon," I said right out loud, almost, "somebody open the door." Finally old Mrs.
They got a bang out of things, though--in a haif-assed way, of course. Then he finally straightened himself out and said, "Why aren't you down at the game?
Only seniors were allowed to bring girls with them.
It was a terrible school, no matter how you looked at it.
I guess I am." He started going into this nodding routine. Partly because I have a lousy vocabulary and partly because I act quite young for my age sometimes. I don't give a damn, except that I get bored sometimes when people tell me to act my age. I guess he thought it was all right to do because it was only me that was in the room. All of a sudden then, I wanted to get the hell out of the room. I didn't mind the idea so much, but I didn't feel like being lectured to and smell Vicks Nose Drops and look at old Spencer in his pajamas and bathrobe all at the same time. He made out like he was only pinching it, but he was really getting the old thumb right in there. I got up and picked it up and put it down on the bed. As soon as I got it, I turned around and started running down the other side of the hill, toward old Spencer's house. It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road. Boy, I rang that doorbell fast when I got to old Spencer's house. My ears were hurting and I could hardly move my fingers at all. They didn't have a maid or anything, and they always opened the door themselves.