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           ThatisallIknowabouttheEgyptians. Ican’tseemtogetveryinterestedinthemalthoughyourlecturesareveryinteresting. Itisallrightwithmeifyouflunkmethough asIamflunkingeverythingelseexceptEnglishanyway. 

           Respectfullyyours,HOLDENCAULFIELD. 

           Heputmygoddampaperdownthen andlookedatmelikehe’djustbeatenhelloutofmeinping-pongorsomething. Idon’tthinkI’lleverforgivehimforreadingmethatcrapoutloud. Iwouldn’t’vereaditoutloudtohimifhe’dwrittenit—Ireallywouldn’t. Inthefirstplace,I’donlywrittenthatdamnnotesothathewouldn’tfeeltoobadaboutflunkingme. 

           "Doyoublamemeforflunkingyou,boy?"hesaid. 

           "No,sir!Icertainlydon’t,"Isaid. Iwishedtohellhe’dstopcallingme"boy"allthetime. 

           Hetriedchuckingmyexampaperonthebedwhenhewasthroughwithit. Only,hemissedagain,naturally. Ihadtogetupagain andpickitupandputitontopoftheAtlanticMonthly. It’sboringtodothateverytwominutes. 

           "Whatwouldyouhavedoneinmyplace?"hesaid. "Tellthetruth,boy." 

           Well,youcouldseehereallyfeltprettylousyaboutflunkingme. SoIshotthebullforawhile. ItoldhimIwasarealmoron,andallthatstuff. ItoldhimhowIwould’vedoneexactlythesamethingifI’dbeeninhisplace, andhowmostpeopledidn’tappreciatehowtoughitisbeingateacher.