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- 469 "I left the goddam foils and stuff on the subway." I still didn't look up at him.
470 "On the subway, for Chrissake! Ya lost them, ya mean?"
471 "We got on the wrong subway. I had to keep getting up to look at a goddam map
472 on the wall."
473 He came over and stood right in my light. "Hey," I said. "I've read this same
474 sentence about twenty times since you came in."
475 Anybody else except Ackley would've taken the goddam hint. Not him, though.
476 "Think they'll make ya pay for em?" he said.
477 "I don't know, and I don't give a damn. How 'bout sitting down or something,
478 Ackley kid? You're right in my goddam light." He didn't like it when you called him
479 "Ackley kid." He was always telling me I was a goddam kid, because I was sixteen and
480 he was eighteen. It drove him mad when I called him "Ackley kid."
481 He kept standing there. He was exactly the kind of a guy that wouldn't get out of
482 your light when you asked him to. He'd do it, finally, but it took him a lot longer if you
483 asked him to. "What the hellya reading?" he said.
484 "Goddam book."
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485 He shoved my book back with his hand so that he could see the name of it. "Any
486 good?" he said.
487 "This sentence I'm reading is terrific." I can be quite sarcastic when I'm in the
488 mood. He didn't get It, though. He started walking around the room again, picking up all
489 my personal stuff, and Stradlater's. Finally, I put my book down on the floor. You
490 couldn't read anything with a guy like Ackley around. It was impossible.
491 I slid way the hell down in my chair and watched old Ackley making himself at
492 home. I was feeling sort of tired from the trip to New York and all, and I started yawning.
493 Then I started horsing around a little bit. Sometimes I horse around quite a lot, just to
494 keep from getting bored. What I did was, I pulled the old peak of my hunting hat around
495 to the front, then pulled it way down over my eyes. That way, I couldn't see a goddam
496 thing. "I think I'm going blind," I said in this very hoarse voice. "Mother darling,
497 everything's getting so dark in here."
498 "You're nuts. I swear to God," Ackley said.
499 "Mother darling, give me your hand, Why won't you give me your hand?"
500 "For Chrissake, grow up."
501 I started groping around in front of me, like a blind guy, but without getting up or
502 anything. I kept saying, "Mother darling, why won't you give me your hand?" I was only
503 horsing around, naturally. That stuff gives me a bang sometimes. Besides, I know it
504 annoyed hell out of old Ackley. He always brought out the old sadist in me. I was pretty
505 sadistic with him quite often. Finally, I quit, though. I pulled the peak around to the back
506 again, and relaxed.
507 "Who belongsa this?" Ackley said. He was holding my roommate's knee
508 supporter up to show me. That guy Ackley'd pick up anything. He'd even pick up your
509 jock strap or something. I told him it was Stradlater's. So he chucked it on Stradlater's
510 bed. He got it off Stradlater's chiffonier, so he chucked it on the bed.
511 He came over and sat down on the arm of Stradlater's chair. He never sat down in
512 a chair. Just always on the arm. "Where the hellja get that hat?" he said.
513 "New York."
514 "How much?"
515 "A buck."
516 "You got robbed." He started cleaning his goddam fingernails with the end of a
517 match. He was always cleaning his fingernails. It was funny, in a way. His teeth were
518 always mossy-looking, and his ears were always dirty as hell, but he was always cleaning
519 his fingernails. I guess he thought that made him a very neat guy. He took another look at
520 my hat while he was cleaning them. "Up home we wear a hat like that to shoot deer in,
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