Над пропастью во ржи

           Hewouldn’tdoit,though.HekeptholdingontomywristsandIkeptcallinghimasonuvabitchandall,foraroundtenhours.IcanhardlyevenrememberwhatallIsaidtohim.Itoldhimhethoughthecouldgivethetimetoanybodyhefeltlike. Itoldhimhedidn’tevencareifagirlkeptallherkingsinthebackrowornot,andthereasonhedidn’tcarewasbecausehewasagoddamstupidmoron. Hehateditwhenyoucalledamoron.Allmoronshateitwhenyoucallthemamoron. 

           "Shutup,now,Holden,"hesaidwithhisbigstupidredface."justshutup,now." 

           "Youdon’tevenknowifherfirstnameisJaneorJean,yagoddammoron!" 

           "Now,shutup,Holden,Goddamnit—I’mwarningya,"hesaid—Ireallyhadhimgoing."Ifyoudon’tshutup,I’mgonnaslamyaone." 

           "Getyourdirtystinkingmoronkneesoffmychest." 

           "IfIletchaup,willyoukeepyourmouthshut?" 

           Ididn’tevenanswerhim. 

           Hesaiditoveragain. "Holden.IfIletchaup,willyakeepyourmouthshut?" 

           "Yes." 

           Hegotupoffme,andIgotup,too.Mychesthurtlikehellfromhisdirtyknees. "You’readirtystupidsonuvabitchofamoron,"Itoldhim. 

           Thatgothimreallymad.Heshookhisbigstupidfingerinmyface. "Holden,Goddamnit,I’mwarningyou,now.Forthelasttime.Ifyoudon’tkeepyouryapshut,I’mgonna—"