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Chapter 24
Imeanit’sdirtytokeepyelling‘Digression!’athimwhenhe’sallniceandexcited.Idon’tknow.It’shardtoexplain."Ididn’tfeeltoomuchliketrying,either.Foronething,Ihadthisterrificheadacheallofasudden.IwishedtoGodoldMrs.Antoliniwouldcomeinwiththecoffee.That’ssomethingthatannoyshelloutofme—Imeanifsomebodysaysthecoffee’sallreadyanditisn’t.
"Holden...Oneshort,faintlystuffy,pedagogicalquestion.Don’tyouthinkthere’satimeandplaceforeverything?Don’tyouthinkifsomeonestartsouttotellyouabouthisfather’sfarm,heshouldsticktohisguns,thengetaroundtotellingyouabouthisuncle’sbrace?Or,ifhisuncle’sbraceissuchaprovocativesubject,shouldn’thehaveselecteditinthefirstplaceashissubject—notthefarm?"
Ididn’tfeelmuchlikethinkingandansweringandall.IhadaheadacheandIfeltlousy.Ievenhadsortofastomach-ache,ifyouwanttoknowthetruth.
"Yes—Idon’tknow.Iguessheshould.ImeanIguessheshould’vepickedhisuncleasasubject,insteadofthefarm,ifthatinterestedhimmost.ButwhatImeanis,lotsoftimeyoudon’tknowwhatinterestsyoumosttillyoustarttalkingaboutsomethingthatdoesn’tinterestyoumost.Imeanyoucan’thelpitsometimes.WhatIthinkis,you’resupposedtoleavesomebodyaloneifhe’satleastbeinginterestingandhe’sgettingallexcitedaboutsomething.Ilikeitwhensomebodygetsexcitedaboutsomething.It’snice.Youjustdidn’tknowthisteacher,Mr.Vinson.Hecoulddriveyoucrazysometimes,himandthegoddamclass.Imeanhe’dkeeptellingyoutounifyandsimplifyallthetime.Somethingsyoujustcan’tdothatto.Imeanyoucan’thardlyeversimplifyandunifysomethingjustbecausesomebodywantsyouto.
