Над пропастью во ржи

           "Oh,youknow.Sameoldstuff,"Isaid.HowthehelldidIknowwhathewasdoing?Ihardlyknewtheguy.Ididn’tevenknowifhewasstillatPrinceton."Look,"Isaid."Wouldyoubeinterestedinmeetingmeforacocktailsomewhere?" 

           "Byanychancedoyouhaveanyideawhattimeitis?"shesaid."What’syourname,anyhow,mayIask?"ShewasgettinganEnglishaccent,allofasudden."Yousoundalittleontheyoungside." 

           Ilaughed."Thankyouforthecompliment,"Isaid—suaveashell."HoldenCaulfield’smyname."Ishould’vegivenheraphonyname,butIdidn’tthinkofit. 

           "Well,look,Mr.Cawffle.I’mnotinthehabitofmakingengagementsinthemiddleofthenight.I’maworkinggal." 

           "Tomorrow’sSunday,"Itoldher. 

           "Well,anyway.Igottagetmybeautysleep.Youknowhowitis." 

           "Ithoughtwemighthavejustonecocktailtogether.Itisn’ttoolate." 

           "Well.You’reverysweet,"shesaid."Whereyacallin’from?Whereyaatnow,anyways?" 

           "Me?I’minaphonebooth." 

           "Oh,"shesaid.Thentherewasthisverylongpause."Well,I’dlikeawfullytogettogetherwithyousometime,Mr.Cawffle.Yousoundveryattractive.Yousoundlikeaveryattractiveperson.Butitislate."