Над пропастью во ржи

           AnybodyelseexceptAckleywould’vetakenthegoddamhint.Nothim,though. "Thinkthey’llmakeyapayforem?"hesaid. 

           "Idon’tknow,andIdon’tgiveadamn.How’boutsittingdownorsomething,Ackleykid?You’rerightinmygoddamlight." Hedidn’tlikeitwhenyoucalledhim"Ackleykid."HewasalwaystellingmeIwasagoddamkid,becauseIwassixteenandhewaseighteen.ItdrovehimmadwhenIcalledhim"Ackleykid." 

           Hekeptstandingthere.Hewasexactlythekindofaguythatwouldn’tgetoutofyourlightwhenyouaskedhimto.He’ddoit,finally,butittookhimalotlongerifyouaskedhimto. "Whatthehellyareading?"hesaid. 

           "Goddambook." 

           Heshovedmybookbackwithhishandsothathecouldseethenameofit. "Anygood?"hesaid. 

           "ThissentenceI’mreadingisterrific."IcanbequitesarcasticwhenI’minthemood.Hedidn’tgetIt,though.Hestartedwalkingaroundtheroomagain,pickingupallmypersonalstuff,andStradlater’s. Finally,Iputmybookdownonthefloor.Youcouldn’treadanythingwithaguylikeAckleyaround.Itwasimpossible. 

           IslidwaythehelldowninmychairandwatchedoldAckleymakinghimselfathome.IwasfeelingsortoftiredfromthetriptoNewYorkandall,andIstartedyawning.ThenIstartedhorsingaroundalittlebit. SometimesIhorsearoundquitealot,justtokeepfromgettingbored.WhatIdidwas,Ipulledtheoldpeakofmyhuntinghataroundtothefront,thenpulleditwaydownovermyeyes.