Before I check in I took the red hunting hat off that I had but on in the cab. "I didn't want them thinking I was a screwball or something." They gave me a really crumby room. "I was to depressed" to care though. Once he left I was looking out the window and I saw all these perverts doing stuff. One guy was dressing up in women clothes and another to where licking drinks of one another. "Sex is something that I really just don't understand. I swear to god."

I then got in a cab and there was this wise guy named Mac that was my cab driver. At first I gave him the wrong address.  Then I said "You know those ducks in that lagoon right near Central Park South? That little lake? By any chance, do you happen to know where they go, the ducks, when its gets all frozen over? Do you happen to know by any chance?" Then he turned around and looked at my as if I was kidding him or something. Then I let it go and told him how I was traveling incognito. I then asked him if he would like to stop and join me for a drink. He said he couldn't and that was that. I finally go to the hotel I was staying at.

"The first thing I did when I got to Penn Station, I went into this phone booth." I was thinking of who I could call. I wanted to call my kid sister Phoebe but I didn't want my parents to answer plus it was around her bed time. "Then I thought go giving Jane Gallagers mother a buzz, and find out when Jane's vacation started." The I decided it was to late to call her. There is also this Sally Hayes girl that I thought I would call up because I knew that she had already started vacation. "I was afraid that her mother was going to answer though." I ended up calling no one.

I met this mom of this Ernest kid on the train. What a baster he was even though I didn't say that. She kept asking me all sorts of questions. Then she asked why I was leaving school early. I told her it was because I had a brain tumor and then form there I just started lying. "Once I get started, I can go on for ever." Thankfully the guy coming around to check tickets gave me a chance to stop. I also lied to her about my identity. She invited me to come spend some time at there lake house over the summer but I said I had to go visit my grandmother in South America which was a another lie. "I wouldn't go if my life depended on it."

It is Saturday night and I decided to get out of this goddam hell hole. Why wait until Wednesday. I walked to the train station and got on a train to New York.

I almost forgot to say when I was in New York I bought this red hunting hat.

Ackly came in my room and started wandering around and no matter how hard I tried to hint to him I didn't want him in there but he didn't seem to understand that.

"I'm quite illiterate but I read a lot."

I was kinda of happy to be getting out of this place. It was filled with all phonies after all.

I ran across campus to there house and knocked on the door. Mrs. Spencer answered and invited me in. We talked about why I wasn't at the came and if Old Thurmer had written to my parents yet. Then he went on to tell me how "Life is a game, boy, Life is a game one plays according to the rules." Then he started reading my paper. It was dreadful to listen to. I just wanted to get up and leave. Then he read out load the note that I put at the bottom of my paper for him. It went a little bit like:

"Dear Mr. Spencer, That is all I know about the Egyptians. I can't seem to get very interested in them although you lectures are very interesting. It is all right with me if you flunk me though as I am flunking everything else except English anyways. Respectfully yours, Holden Caulfield."

It killed me when he read it out loud. Finally I lied to him and told him I had to go finish packing some stuff up in the gym. Which is crazy seeing I have hardly ever been over there. I just couldn't stand look at him laying in bed anymore. 

The reason I was going to say goodbye to Old Spencer was because "They had kicked me out and I wasn't suppose to come back after christmas vacation, on account I was flunking four classes and not applying my self."

I am on my way to go say good by to Old Spencer.

"The reason I was standing on top of Thomsen Hill instead of down at the game, was because I'd just got back from New York with the fencing team. Very big deal. I was the goddam manager of the fencing team." I let the stuff on the subway though and we had to forfeit the match. "It wasn't all my fault. I had to keep getting up to look at this map."

"There were never many girls at the football games. Only seniors were allowed to bring girls with them. It was a terrible school no matter how you look at it. I like to be somewhere at least where you can see some girls around once in awhile."

Today was the last game of the year ,"you were suppose to commit suicide or something if Pencey didn't win." I stand at the top of Thomsen Hill. "You could see the whole field from there." The whole school was there except for me.

One thing you might want to know about me is where I go to school. Pencey is my forth school; I have been kicked out of every other school. It is in Agerstown, Pennsylvania. "You've probably heard of it." "They advertise it in about a thousand magazines, always showing some hot-shot guy on a horse jumping over a fence. Like as if all you ever did at Pencey was polo all the time. And other neath the guy it says 'Since 1888 we have been modeling boys into splendid and clear-thinking young men." That is a complete bullshit  "I didn't know anybody there that was splendid and clear-thinking at all. Maybe two guys. If that many. And they probably came to Pencey that way."

The Secret Goldfish

My brother is author he wrote "He wrote this terrific book of short stories, The Secret Goldfish, in case you have never heard of him. The best one in it was The Secret Goldfish." "It was about about this kid that wouldn't let anybody look at his goldfish because he had bought it with his own money. It killed me. Noe he's out of Hollywood D.B., being a prostitute."

"If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kinda of crap, but I don't really feel like getting into it, if you want to know the truth." "I am not going to tell you my whole goddam auto biography or anything."