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- 2042 feel so sorry for them sometimes. Sometimes I can't even look at them, especially if
2043 they're with some dopey guy that's telling them all about a goddam football game. On my
2044 right, the conversation was even worse, though. On my right there was this very Joe
2045 Yale-looking guy, in a gray flannel suit and one of those flitty-looking Tattersall vests.
2046 All those Ivy League bastards look alike. My father wants me to go to Yale, or maybe
2047 Princeton, but I swear, I wouldn't go to one of those Ivy League colleges, if I was dying,
2048 for God's sake. Anyway, this Joe Yale-looking guy had a terrific-looking girl with him.
2049 Boy, she was good-looking. But you should've heard the conversation they were having.
2050 In the first place, they were both slightly crocked. What he was doing, he was giving her
2051 a feel under the table, and at the same time telling her all about some guy in his dorm that
2052 had eaten a whole bottle of aspirin and nearly committed suicide. His date kept saying to
2053 him, "How horrible . . . Don't, darling. Please, don't. Not here." Imagine giving somebody
2054 a feel and telling them about a guy committing suicide at the same time! They killed me.
2055 I certainly began to feel like a prize horse's ass, though, sitting there all by myself.
2056 There wasn't anything to do except smoke and drink. What I did do, though, I told the
2057 waiter to ask old Ernie if he'd care to join me for a drink. I told him to tell him I was
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2058 D.B.'s brother. I don't think he ever even gave him my message, though. Those bastards
2059 never give your message to anybody.
2060 All of a sudden, this girl came up to me and said, "Holden Caulfield!" Her name
2061 was Lillian Simmons. My brother D.B. used to go around with her for a while. She had
2062 very big knockers.
2063 "Hi," I said. I tried to get up, naturally, but it was some job getting up, in a place
2064 like that. She had some Navy officer with her that looked like he had a poker up his ass.
2065 "How marvelous to see you!" old Lillian Simmons said. Strictly a phony. "How's
2066 your big brother?" That's all she really wanted to know.
2067 "He's fine. He's in Hollywood."
2068 "In Hollywood! How marvelous! What's he doing?"
2069 "I don't know. Writing," I said. I didn't feel like discussing it. You could tell she
2070 thought it was a big deal, his being in Hollywood. Almost everybody does. Mostly people
2071 who've never read any of his stories. It drives me crazy, though.
2072 "How exciting," old Lillian said. Then she introduced me to the Navy guy. His
2073 name was Commander Blop or something. He was one of those guys that think they're
2074 being a pansy if they don't break around forty of your fingers when they shake hands with
2075 you. God, I hate that stuff. "Are you all alone, baby?" old Lillian asked me. She was
2076 blocking up the whole goddam traffic in the aisle. You could tell she liked to block up a
2077 lot of traffic. This waiter was waiting for her to move out of the way, but she didn't even
2078 notice him. It was funny. You could tell the waiter didn't like her much, you could tell
2079 even the Navy guy didn't like her much, even though he was dating her. And I didn't like
2080 her much. Nobody did. You had to feel sort of sorry for her, in a way. "Don't you have a
2081 date, baby?" she asked me. I was standing up now, and she didn't even tell me to sit
2082 down. She was the type that keeps you standing up for hours. "Isn't he handsome?" she
2083 said to the Navy guy. "Holden, you're getting handsomer by the minute." The Navy guy
2084 told her to come on. He told her they were blocking up the whole aisle. "Holden, come
2085 join us," old Lillian said. "Bring your drink."
2086 "I was just leaving," I told her. "I have to meet somebody." You could tell she was
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