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- 4838 straighten her out. Besides, if she thought Pencey was a very good school, let her think it.
4839 You hate to tell new stuff to somebody around a hundred years old. They don't like to
4840 hear it. Then, after a while, I left. It was funny. She yelled "Good luck!" at me the same
4841 way old Spencer did when I left Pencey. God, how I hate it when somebody yells "Good
4842 luck!" at me when I'm leaving somewhere. It's depressing.
4843 I went down by a different staircase, and I saw another "Fuck you" on the wall. I
4844 tried to rub it off with my hand again, but this one was scratched on, with a knife or
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4845 something. It wouldn't come off. It's hopeless, anyway. If you had a million years to do it
4846 in, you couldn't rub out even half the "Fuck you" signs in the world. It's impossible.
4847 I looked at the clock in the recess yard, and it was only twenty to twelve, so I had
4848 quite a lot of time to kill before I met old Phoebe. But I just walked over to the museum
4849 anyway. There wasn't anyplace else to go. I thought maybe I might stop in a phone booth
4850 and give old Jane Gallagher a buzz before I started bumming my way west, but I wasn't
4851 in the mood. For one thing, I wasn't even sure she was home for vacation yet. So I just
4852 went over to the museum, and hung around.
4853 While I was waiting around for Phoebe in the museum, right inside the doors and
4854 all, these two little kids came up to me and asked me if I knew where the mummies were.
4855 The one little kid, the one that asked me, had his pants open. I told him about it. So he
4856 buttoned them up right where he was standing talking to me--he didn't even bother to go
4857 behind a post or anything. He killed me. I would've laughed, but I was afraid I'd feel like
4858 vomiting again, so I didn't. "Where're the mummies, fella?" the kid said again. "Ya
4859 know?"
4860 I horsed around with the two of them a little bit. "The mummies? What're they?" I
4861 asked the one kid.
4862 "You know. The mummies--them dead guys. That get buried in them toons and
4863 all."
4864 Toons. That killed me. He meant tombs.
4865 "How come you two guys aren't in school?" I said.
4866 "No school t'day," the kid that did all the talking said. He was lying, sure as I'm
4867 alive, the little bastard. I didn't have anything to do, though, till old Phoebe showed up, so
4868 I helped them find the place where the mummies were. Boy, I used to know exactly
4869 where they were, but I hadn't been in that museum in years.
4870 "You two guys so interested in mummies?" I said.
4871 "Yeah."
4872 "Can't your friend talk?" I said.
4873 "He ain't my friend. He's my brudda."
4874 "Can't he talk?" I looked at the one that wasn't doing any talking. "Can't you talk
4875 at all?" I asked him.
4876 "Yeah," he said. "I don't feel like it."
4877 Finally we found the place where the mummies were, and we went in.
4878 "You know how the Egyptians buried their dead?" I asked the one kid.
4879 "Naa."
4880 "Well, you should. It's very interesting. They wrapped their faces up in these
4881 cloths that were treated with some secret chemical. That way they could be buried in their
4882 tombs for thousands of years and their faces wouldn't rot or anything. Nobody knows
4883 how to do it except the Egyptians. Even modern science."
4884 To get to where the mummies were, you had to go down this very narrow sort of
4885 hall with stones on the side that they'd taken right out of this Pharaoh's tomb and all. It
4886 was pretty spooky, and you could tell the two hot-shots I was with weren't enjoying it too
4887 much. They stuck close as hell to me, and the one that didn't talk at all practically was
4888 holding onto my sleeve. "Let's go," he said to his brother. "I seen 'em awreddy. C'mon,
4889 hey." He turned around and beat it.
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