Над пропастью во ржи

           "Yes.You’redrunk.Gotobednow.Whereareyou?Who’swithyou?"

           "Sally?I’llcomeoverandtrimmatreeforya,okay?Okay,hey?"

           "Yes.Gotobednow.Whereareyou?Who’swithyou?"

           "Nobody.Me,myselfandI."BoywasIdrunk!Iwasevenstillholdingontomyguts."Theygotme.Rocky’smobgotme.Youknowthat?Sally,youknowthat?"

           "Ican’thearyou.Gotobednow.Ihavetogo.Callmetomorrow."

           "Hey,Sally!Youwantmetrimmatreeforya?Yawantmeto?Huh?"

           "Yes.Goodnight.Gohomeandgotobed."

           Shehunguponme.

           "G’night.G’night,Sallybaby.Sallysweetheartdarling,"Isaid.CanyouimaginehowdrunkIwas?Ihunguptoo,then.Ifiguredsheprobablyjustcamehomefromadate.IpicturedheroutwiththeLuntsandallsomewhere,andthatAndoverjerk.Allofthemswimmingaroundinagoddampotofteaandsayingsophisticatedstufftoeachotherandbeingcharmingandphony.IwishedtoGodIhadn’tevenphonedher.WhenI’mdrunk,I’mamadman.

           Istayedinthedamnphoneboothforquiteawhile.Ikeptholdingontothephone,sortof,soIwouldn’tpassout.Iwasn’tfeelingtoomarvelous,totellyouthetruth.Finally,though,Icameoutandwentinthemen’sroom,staggeringaroundlikeamoron,andfilledoneofthewashbowlswithcoldwater.ThenIdunkedmyheadinit,rightuptotheears.