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- # Chapter 26
## Overview
This is the twenty-sixth chapter of the novel "The Catcher in the Rye." It is a textual document, extracted from a larger file on January 30, 2026. The chapter spans from line 5337 to line 5358 of the source text.
## Context
This chapter is part of the novel [The Catcher in the Rye](arke:01KG6FTQ17A5EWK5GKQ4M7MXN5), a work of fiction. It was extracted from the file named [pdf-01KFHMJM2J9JHQAQM1Q9SKBJWF.txt](arke:01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58) and is cataloged within the [Documents to Process](arke:01KFF1K6A8V452X8SQKY55DD16) collection. This chapter follows Chapter 25 ([01KG6FV1MXSJGSEB5SJM280689](arke:01KG6FV1MXSJGSEB5SJM280689)).
## Contents
In this chapter, the narrator reflects on his experiences and his reluctance to discuss certain details of his life. He expresses frustration with questions about his future academic plans, finding them "stupid." He also mentions a visit from his brother, D.B., and an "English babe" who is an actress. The narrator confides that he doesn't know what he thinks about the events he has recounted and regrets telling so many people, as he now misses them, including characters like Stradlater, Ackley, and even Maurice. The chapter concludes with the narrator's observation that "Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."
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That's all I'm going to tell about. I could probably tell you what I did after I went
home, and how I got sick and all, and what school I'm supposed to go to next fall, after I
get out of here, but I don't feel like it. I really don't. That stuff doesn't interest me too
much right now.
A lot of people, especially this one psychoanalyst guy they have here, keeps
asking me if I'm going apply myself when I go back to school next September. It's such a
stupid question, in my opinion. I mean how do you know what you're going to do till you
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do it? The answer is, you don't. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it's a stupid
question.
D.B. isn't as bad as the rest of them, but he keeps asking me a lot of questions,
too. He drove over last Saturday with this English babe that's in this new picture he's
writing. She was pretty affected, but very good-looking. Anyway, one time when she
went to the ladies' room way the hell down in the other wing D.B. asked me what I
thought about all this stuff I just finished telling you about. I didn't know what the hell to
say. If you want to know the truth, I don't know what I think about it. I'm sorry I told so
many people about it. About all I know is, I sort of miss everybody I told about. Even old
Stradlater and Ackley, for instance. I think I even miss that goddam Maurice. It's funny.
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
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