第54章
《THE CATCHER IN THE RYE(麦田里的守望者英文版)》章节:第54章,宠文网网友提供全文无弹窗免费在线阅读。!
"He wouldn't do a goddam thing to you. He'd simply talk to you, and you'd talk to
him, for God's sake. For one thing, he'd help you to recognize the patterns of your mind."
"The what?"
"The patterns of your mind. Your mind runs in-- Listen. I'm not giving an
elementary course in psychoanalysis. If you're interested, call him up and make an
appointment. If you're not, don't. I couldn't care less, frankly."
I put my hand on his shoulder. Boy, he amused me. "You're a real friendly
bastard," I told him. "You know that?"
He was looking at his wrist watch. "I have to tear," he said, and stood up. "Nice
seeing you." He got the bartender and told him to bring him his check.
"Hey," I said, just before he beat it. "Did your father ever psychoanalyze you?"
"Me? Why do you ask?"
"No reason. Did he, though? Has he?"
"Not exactly. He's helped me to adjust myself to a certain extent, but an extensive
analysis hasn't been necessary. Why do you ask?"
"No reason. I was just wondering."
"Well. Take it easy," he said. He was leaving his tip and all and he was starting to
go.
"Have just one more drink," I told him. "Please. I'm lonesome as hell. No
kidding."
He said he couldn't do it, though. He said he was late now, and then he left.
Old Luce. He was strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly had a good
vocabulary. He had the largest vocabulary of any boy at Whooton when I was there. They
gave us a test.
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I kept sitting there getting drunk and waiting for old Tina and Janine to come out
and do their stuff, but they weren't there. A flitty-looking guy with wavy hair came out
and played the piano, and then this new babe, Valencia, came out and sang. She wasn't
any good, but she was better than old Tina and Janine, and at least she sang good songs.
The piano was right next to the bar where I was sitting and all, and old Valencia was
standing practically right next to me. I sort of gave her the old eye, but she pretended she
didn't even see me. I probably wouldn't have done it, but I was getting drunk as hell.
When she was finished, she beat it out of the room so fast I didn't even get a chance to
invite her to join me for a drink, so I called the headwaiter over. I told him to ask old
Valencia if she'd care to join me for a drink. He said he would, but he probably didn't
even give her my message. People never give your message to anybody.
Boy, I sat at that goddam bar till around one o'clock or so, getting drunk as a
bastard. I could hardly see straight. The one thing I did, though, I was careful as hell not
to get boisterous or anything. I didn't want anybody to notice me or anything or ask how
old I was. But, boy, I could hardly see straight. When I was really drunk, I started that
stupid business with the bullet in my guts again. I was the only guy at the bar with a
bullet in their guts. I kept putting my hand under my jacket, on my stomach and all, to
keep the blood from dripping all over the place. I didn't want anybody to know I was
even wounded. I was concealing the fact that I was a wounded sonuvabitch. Finally what
I felt like, I felt like giving old Jane a buzz and see if she was home yet. So I paid my
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check and all. Then I left the bar and went out where the telephones were. I kept keeping
my hand under my jacket to keep the blood from dripping. Boy, was I drunk.
But when I got inside this phone booth, I wasn't much in the mood any more to
give old Jane a buzz. I was too drunk, I guess. So what I did, I gave old Sally Hayes a
buzz.
I had to dial about twenty numbers before I got the right one. Boy, was I blind.
"Hello," I said when somebody answered the goddam phone. I sort of yelled it, I
was so drunk.
"Who is this?"