Над пропастью во ржи

           "What?"IsaidtooldPhoebe.Shesaidsomethingtome,butIdidn’thearher.

           "Youcan’teventhinkofonething."

           "Yes,Ican.Yes,Ican."

           "Well,doit,then."

           "IlikeAllie,"Isaid."AndIlikedoingwhatI’mdoingrightnow.Sittingherewithyou,andtalking,andthinkingaboutstuff,and—"

           "Allie’sdead—Youalwayssaythat!Ifsomebody’sdeadandeverything,andinHeaven,thenitisn’treally—"

           "Iknowhe’sdead!Don’tyouthinkIknowthat?Icanstilllikehim,though,can’tI?Justbecausesomebody’sdead,youdon’tjuststoplikingthem,forGod’ssake—especiallyiftheywereaboutathousandtimesnicerthanthepeopleyouknowthat’realiveandall."

           OldPhoebedidn’tsayanything.Whenshecan’tthinkofanythingtosay,shedoesn’tsayagoddamword.

           "Anyway,Ilikeitnow,"Isaid."Imeanrightnow.Sittingherewithyouandjustchewingthefatandhorsing—"

           "Thatisn’tanythingreally!"

           "Itissosomethingreally!Certainlyitis!Whythehellisn’tit?Peopleneverthinkanythingisanythingreally.I’mgettinggoddamsickofit,"

           "Stopswearing.Allright,namesomethingelse.Namesomethingyou’dliketobe.Likeascientist.Oralawyerorsomething."