Над пропастью во ржи

           AllofasuddenIquitlightingmatches,andsortofleanednearertoheroverthetable.Ihadquiteafewtopicsonmymind."Hey,Sally,"Isaid.

           "What?"shesaid.Shewaslookingatsomegirlontheothersideoftheroom.

           "Didyouevergetfedup?"Isaid."Imeandidyouevergetscaredthateverythingwasgoingtogolousyunlessyoudidsomething?Imeandoyoulikeschool,andallthatstuff?"

           "It’saterrificbore."

           "Imeandoyouhateit?Iknowit’saterrificbore,butdoyouhateit,iswhatImean."

           "Well,Idon’texactlyhateit.Youalwayshaveto—"

           "Well,Ihateit.Boy,doIhateit,"Isaid."Butitisn’tjustthat.It’severything.IhatelivinginNewYorkandall.Taxicabs,andMadisonAvenuebuses,withthedriversandallalwaysyellingatyoutogetoutatthereardoor,andbeingintroducedtophonyguysthatcalltheLuntsangels,andgoingupanddowninelevatorswhenyoujustwanttogooutside,andguysfittingyourpantsallthetimeatBrooks,andpeoplealways—"

           "Don’tshout,please,"oldSallysaid.Whichwasveryfunny,becauseIwasn’tevenshouting.

           "Takecars,"Isaid.Isaiditinthisveryquietvoice."Takemostpeople,they’recrazyaboutcars.Theyworryiftheygetalittlescratchonthem,andthey’realwaystalkingabouthowmanymilestheygettoagallon,andiftheygetabrand-newcaralreadytheystartthinkingabouttradingitinforonethat’sevennewer.