Над пропастью во ржи

           "What’reyoutryingtobe—funny?"

           "No.I’monlykidding,"Isaid."Listen,hey,Luce.You’reoneoftheseintellectualguys.Ineedyouradvice.I’minaterrific—"

           Heletoutthisbiggroanonme."Listen,Caulfield.Ifyouwanttosithereandhaveaquiet,peacefuldrinkandaquiet,peacefulconver—"

           "Allright,allright,"Isaid."Relax."Youcouldtellhedidn’tfeellikediscussinganythingseriouswithme.That’sthetroublewiththeseintellectualguys.Theyneverwanttodiscussanythingseriousunlesstheyfeellikeit.SoallIdidwas,Istarteddiscussingtopicsingeneralwithhim."Nokidding,how’syoursexlife?"Iaskedhim."YoustillgoingaroundwiththatsamebabeyouusedtoatWhooton?Theonewiththeterrffic—"

           "GoodGod,no,"hesaid.

           "Howcome?Whathappenedtoher?"

           "Ihaven’tthefaintestidea.ForallIknow,sinceyouask,she’sprobablytheWhoreofNewHampshirebythistime."

           "Thatisn’tnice.Ifshewasdecentenoughtoletyougetsexywithherallthetime,youatleastshouldn’ttalkaboutherthatway."

           "Oh,God!"oldLucesaid."IsthisgoingtobeatypicalCaulfieldconversation?Iwanttoknowrightnow."

           "No,"Isaid,"butitisn’tniceanyway.Ifshewasdecentandniceenoughtoletyou—"