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- 1191 "Hey, Ackley," I said, in sort of a whisper, so Stradlater couldn't hear me through
1192 the shower curtain.
1193 Ackley didn't hear me, though.
1194 "Hey, Ackley!"
1195 He still didn't hear me. He slept like a rock.
1196 "Hey, Ackley!"
1197 He heard that, all right.
1198 "What the hell's the matter with you?" he said. "I was asleep, for Chrissake."
1199 "Listen. What's the routine on joining a monastery?" I asked him. I was sort of
1200 toying with the idea of joining one. "Do you have to be a Catholic and all?"
1201 "Certainly you have to be a Catholic. You bastard, did you wake me just to ask
1202 me a dumb ques--"
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1203 "Aah, go back to sleep. I'm not gonna join one anyway. The kind of luck I have,
1204 I'd probably join one with all the wrong kind of monks in it. All stupid bastards. Or just
1205 bastards."
1206 When I said that, old Ackley sat way the hell up in bed. "Listen," he said, "I don't
1207 care what you say about me or anything, but if you start making cracks about my goddam
1208 religion, for Chrissake--"
1209 "Relax," I said. "Nobody's making any cracks about your goddam religion." I got
1210 up off Ely's bed, and started towards the door. I didn't want to hang around in that stupid
1211 atmosphere any more. I stopped on the way, though, and picked up Ackley's hand, and
1212 gave him a big, phony handshake. He pulled it away from me. "What's the idea?" he said.
1213 "No idea. I just want to thank you for being such a goddam prince, that's all," I
1214 said. I said it in this very sincere voice. "You're aces, Ackley kid," I said. "You know
1215 that?"
1216 "Wise guy. Someday somebody's gonna bash your--"
1217 I didn't even bother to listen to him. I shut the damn door and went out in the
1218 corridor.
1219 Everybody was asleep or out or home for the week end, and it was very, very
1220 quiet and depressing in the corridor. There was this empty box of Kolynos toothpaste
1221 outside Leahy and Hoffman's door, and while I walked down towards the stairs, I kept
1222 giving it a boot with this sheep-lined slipper I had on. What I thought I'd do, I thought I
1223 might go down and see what old Mal Brossard was doing. But all of a sudden, I changed
1224 my mind. All of a sudden, I decided what I'd really do, I'd get the hell out of Pencey--
1225 right that same night and all. I mean not wait till Wednesday or anything. I just didn't
1226 want to hang around any more. It made me too sad and lonesome. So what I decided to
1227 do, I decided I'd take a room in a hotel in New York--some very inexpensive hotel and
1228 all--and just take it easy till Wednesday. Then, on Wednesday, I'd go home all rested up
1229 and feeling swell. I figured my parents probably wouldn't get old Thurmer's letter saying
1230 I'd been given the ax till maybe Tuesday or Wednesday. I didn't want to go home or
1231 anything till they got it and thoroughly digested it and all. I didn't want to be around
1232 when they first got it. My mother gets very hysterical. She's not too bad after she gets
1233 something thoroughly digested, though. Besides, I sort of needed a little vacation. My
1234 nerves were shot. They really were.
1235 Anyway, that's what I decided I'd do. So I went back to the room and turned on
1236 the light, to start packing and all. I already had quite a few things packed. Old Stradlater
1237 didn't even wake up. I lit a cigarette and got all dressed and then I packed these two
1238 Gladstones I have. It only took me about two minutes. I'm a very rapid packer.
1239 One thing about packing depressed me a little. I had to pack these brand-new ice
1240 skates my mother had practically just sent me a couple of days before. That depressed
1241 me. I could see my mother going in Spaulding's and asking the salesman a million dopy
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