Над пропастью во ржи

           "Yeah.Listen.Ifyou’renotgoingoutanyplacespecial,how’boutlendingmeyourhound’s-toothjacket?" 

           "Whowonthegame?"Isaid. 

           "It’sonlythehalf.We’releaving,"Stradlatersaid."Nokidding,yougonnauseyourhound’s-toothtonightornot?Ispilledsomecrapallovermygrayflannel." 

           "No,butIdon’twantyoustretchingitwithyourgoddamshouldersandall,"Isaid.Wewerepracticallythesameheighth,butheweighedabouttwiceasmuchasIdid. 

           Hehadtheseverybroadshoulders. 

           "Iwon’tstretchit."Hewentovertotheclosetinabighurry."How’saboy,Ackley?"hesaidtoAckley.Hewasatleastaprettyfriendlyguy,Stradlater.Itwaspartlyaphonykindoffriendly,butatleasthealwayssaidhellotoAckleyandall. 

           Ackleyjustsortofgruntedwhenhesaid"How’saboy?"Hewouldn’tanswerhim,buthedidn’thavegutsenoughnottoatleastgrunt.Thenhesaidtome, "IthinkI’llgetgoing.Seeyalater." 

           "Okay,"Isaid.Heneverexactlybrokeyourheartwhenhewentbacktohisownroom. 

           OldStradlaterstartedtakingoffhiscoatandtieandall. "IthinkmaybeI’lltakeafastshave,"hesaid.Hehadaprettyheavybeard.Hereallydid. 

           "Where’syourdate?"Iaskedhim.