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- 1018 playtul stupid little socks on the shoulder.
1019 "Cut it out," I said. "Whose car?"
1020 "Ed Banky's."
1021 Ed Banky was the basketball coach at Pencey. Old Stradlater was one of his pets,
1022 because he was the center on the team, and Ed Banky always let him borrow his car when
1023 he wanted it. It wasn't allowed for students to borrow faculty guys' cars, but all the
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1024 athletic bastards stuck together. In every school I've gone to, all the athletic bastards stick
1025 together.
1026 Stradlater kept taking these shadow punches down at my shoulder. He had his
1027 toothbrush in his hand, and he put it in his mouth. "What'd you do?" I said. "Give her the
1028 time in Ed Banky's goddam car?" My voice was shaking something awful.
1029 "What a thing to say. Want me to wash your mouth out with soap?"
1030 "Did you?"
1031 "That's a professional secret, buddy."
1032 This next part I don't remember so hot. All I know is I got up from the bed, like I
1033 was going down to the can or something, and then I tried to sock him, with all my might,
1034 right smack in the toothbrush, so it would split his goddam throat open. Only, I missed. I
1035 didn't connect. All I did was sort of get him on the side of the head or something. It
1036 probably hurt him a little bit, but not as much as I wanted. It probably would've hurt him
1037 a lot, but I did it with my right hand, and I can't make a good fist with that hand. On
1038 account of that injury I told you about.
1039 Anyway, the next thing I knew, I was on the goddam floor and he was sitting on
1040 my chest, with his face all red. That is, he had his goddam knees on my chest, and he
1041 weighed about a ton. He had hold of my wrists, too, so I couldn't take another sock at
1042 him. I'd've killed him.
1043 "What the hell's the matter with you?" he kept saying, and his stupid race kept
1044 getting redder and redder.
1045 "Get your lousy knees off my chest," I told him. I was almost bawling. I really
1046 was. "Go on, get off a me, ya crumby bastard."
1047 He wouldn't do it, though. He kept holding onto my wrists and I kept calling him
1048 a sonuvabitch and all, for around ten hours. I can hardly even remember what all I said to
1049 him. I told him he thought he could give the time to anybody he felt like. I told him he
1050 didn't even care if a girl kept all her kings in the back row or not, and the reason he didn't
1051 care was because he was a goddam stupid moron. He hated it when you called a moron.
1052 All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
1053 "Shut up, now, Holden," he said with his big stupid red face. "just shut up, now."
1054 "You don't even know if her first name is Jane or Jean, ya goddam moron!"
1055 "Now, shut up, Holden, God damn it--I'm warning ya," he said--I really had him
1056 going. "If you don't shut up, I'm gonna slam ya one."
1057 "Get your dirty stinking moron knees off my chest."
1058 "If I letcha up, will you keep your mouth shut?"
1059 I didn't even answer him.
1060 He said it over again. "Holden. If I letcha up, willya keep your mouth shut?"
1061 "Yes."
1062 He got up off me, and I got up, too. My chest hurt like hell from his dirty knees.
1063 "You're a dirty stupid sonuvabitch of a moron," I told him.
1064 That got him really mad. He shook his big stupid finger in my face. "Holden, God
1065 damn it, I'm warning you, now. For the last time. If you don't keep your yap shut, I'm
1066 gonna--"
1067 "Why should I?" I said--I was practically yelling. "That's just the trouble with all
1068 you morons. You never want to discuss anything. That's the way you can always tell a
1069 moron. They never want to discuss anything intellig--"
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