Над пропастью во ржи

           "Takeher...She’stoooldforyou." 

           Allofasudden—fornogoodreason,really,exceptthatIwassortofinthemoodforhorsingaround—IfeltlikejumpingoffthewashbowlandgettingoldStradlaterinahalfnelson. That’sawrestlinghold,incaseyoudon’tknow,whereyougettheotherguyaroundtheneckandchokehimtodeath,ifyoufeellikeit. SoIdidit. Ilandedonhimlikeagoddampanther. 

           "Cutitout,Holden,forChrissake! "Stradlatersaid. Hedidn’tfeellikehorsingaround. Hewasshavingandall. "Wuddayawannamakemedo—cutmygoddamheadoff?" 

           Ididn’tletgo,though. Ihadaprettygoodhalfnelsononhim. "Liberateyourselffrommyviselikegrip."Isaid. 

           "Je-susChrist. "Heputdownhisrazor,andallofasuddenjerkedhisarmsupandsortofbrokemyholdonhim. Hewasaverystrongguy. I’maveryweakguy. "Now,cutoutthecrap,"hesaid. Hestartedshavinghimselfalloveragain. Healwaysshavedhimselftwice,tolookgorgeous. Withhiscrumbyoldrazor. 

           "Whoisyourdateifitisn’tFitzgerald? "Iaskedhim. Isatdownonthewashbowlnexttohimagain. "ThatPhyllisSmithbabe?" 

           "No. Itwassupposedtohe,butthearrangementsgotallscrewedup. IgotBudThaw’sgirl’sroommatenow... Hey.Ialmostforgot. Sheknowsyou." 

           "Whodoes?"Isaid. 

           "Mydate."