Or something you once lived in or something - you know. Setting: In the first paragraph, the reader is not given any indication of the place where Holden is resting in California. Salinger If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. The one that sang, old Janine, was always whispering into the goddam microphone before she sang. Talking Points: Misunderstood leads to frustration Way to cope with his feelings. Boy, I rang that doorbell fast when I got to old Spencers house.
I mean I've left schools and places I didn't even know I was leaving them. Finally he came over, through the goddam curtains, and stood on the shower ledge and asked who was going besides me. I like almost anybody in the Bible better than the Disciples. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. I kept wanting to kill whoever'd written it. It cost him damn near four thousand bucks.
He wrote thizs terrific book of short stories, The Secret Goldfish, in case you never heard of him. They didnt have a maid or anything, and they always opened the door themselves. I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even if theyre only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or something. What I liked about her, she didn't give you a lot of horse manure about what a great guy her father was. Old Selma Thurmer - she was the headmaster's daughter - showed up at the games quite often, but she wasn't exactly the type that drove you mad with desire.
She was a pretty nice girl, though, I sat next to her once in the bus from Agerstown and we sort of struck up a conversation. Holden also tends to engage in hyperbole and generalization, both of which undermine his authority as a narrator and signify that he himself is unsure how to make sense of his life. Right through the goddam shower curtains you could hear him. If there is more than one definition, reference the book and make sure you are using the definition that works best with the book. They advertise in about a thousand magazines, always showing some hot-shot guy on a horse jumping over a fence.
They looked sort of poor. She didnt hear me ask her how Mr Spencer was. I had to keep getting up to look at this map, so we'd know where to get off. Spencer points out in their meeting. He stopped reading and put my paper down.
They got their pores open the whole time. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. If I'm on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I'm going, I'm liable to say I'm going to the opera. Hold it up for Chrissake! Anyone who spent a few minutes reading Catcher in the Rye would agree that Holden is depressed, so there is no debatable point or claim here. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any. Because Holden is the narrator of the novel, and because he seems in so many ways to be a typical teenager battling typical teenage issues of identity, it seems like he is using these words for effect. Anyway, as soon as I got my breath back I ran accross Route 204.
If there's ever another war, I'm going to sit right the hell on top of it. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules. Anyway it was the Saturday of the football game with Saxxon Hall. He wanted you to think that the only reason he was lousy at writing compositions was because he stuck all the commas in the wrong place. Dont even mention them to me.
I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I said it very fast because I wanted to stop him before he started reading that out loud. He borrowed it off me all the time, but it was bourgeois anyway. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Ch. They annoyed the hell out of me, if you want to know the truth.
I saw it with old Sally Hayes the year before, and she kept saying how beautiful it was, the costumes and all. He lived on Anthony Wayne Avenue. Even when he was driving in his car. Where I want to start is the day I left Pencey Prep. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean, except me. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery.