Над пропастью во ржи

           Ishould’veatleastaskedherifJanewashomeyet,though.Itwouldn’thavekilledme.ButIdidn’tfeellikeit.Youreallyhavetobeinthemoodforthatstuff.

           Istillhadtogetthosedamntheatertickets,soIboughtapaperandlookeduptoseewhatshowswereplaying.OnaccountofitwasSunday,therewereonlyaboutthreeshowsplaying.SowhatIdidwas,IwentoverandboughttwoorchestraseatsforIKnowMyLove.Itwasabenefitperformanceorsomething.Ididn’tmuchwanttoseeit,butIknewoldSally,thequeenofthephonies,wouldstartdroolingallovertheplacewhenItoldherIhadticketsforthat,becausetheLuntswereinitandall.Shelikedshowsthataresupposedtobeverysophisticatedanddryandall,withtheLuntsandall.Idon’t.Idon’tlikeanyshowsverymuch,ifyouwanttoknowthetruth.They’renotasbadasmovies,butthey’recertainlynothingtoraveabout.Inthefirstplace,Ihateactors.Theyneveractlikepeople.Theyjustthinktheydo.Someofthegoodonesdo,inaveryslightway,butnotinawaythat’sfuntowatch.Andifanyactor’sreallygood,youcanalwaystellheknowshe’sgood,andthatspoilsit.YoutakeSirLaurenceOlivier,forexample.IsawhiminHamlet.D.B.tookPhoebeandItoseeitlastyear.Hetreatedustolunchfirst,andthenhetookus.He’dalreadyseenit,andthewayhetalkedaboutitatlunch,Iwasanxiousashelltoseeit,too.ButIdidn’tenjoyitmuch.Ijustdon’tseewhat’ssomarvelousaboutSirLaurenceOlivier,that’sall.Hehasaterrificvoice,andhe’sahelluvahandsomeguy,andhe’sverynicetowatchwhenhe’swalkingorduelingorsomething,buthewasn’tatallthewayD.B.saidHamletwas.Hewastoomuchlikeagoddamgeneral,insteadofasad,screwed-uptypeguy.