第74章
《THE CATCHER IN THE RYE(麦田里的守望者英文版)》章节:第74章,宠文网网友提供全文无弹窗免费在线阅读。!
at me the same
way old Spencer did when I left Pencey. God, how I hate it when somebody yells "Good
luck!" at me when I'm leaving somewhere. It's depressing.
I went down by a different staircase, and I saw another "Fuck you" on the wall. I
tried to rub it off with my hand again, but this one was scratched on, with a knife or
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something. It wouldn't come off. It's hopeless, anyway. If you had a million years to do it
in, you couldn't rub out even half the "Fuck you" signs in the world. It's impossible.
I looked at the clock in the recess yard, and it was only twenty to twelve, so I had
quite a lot of time to kill before I met old Phoebe. But I just walked over to the museum
anyway. There wasn't anyplace else to go. I thought maybe I might stop in a phone booth
and give old Jane Gallagher a buzz before I started bumming my way west, but I wasn't
in the mood. For one thing, I wasn't even sure she was home for vacation yet. So I just
went over to the museum, and hung around.
While I was waiting around for Phoebe in the museum, right inside the doors and
all, these two little kids came up to me and asked me if I knew where the mummies were.
The one little kid, the one that asked me, had his pants open. I told him about it. So he
buttoned them up right where he was standing talking to me--he didn't even bother to go
behind a post or anything. He killed me. I would've laughed, but I was afraid I'd feel like
vomiting again, so I didn't. "Where're the mummies, fella?" the kid said again. "Ya
know?"
I horsed around with the two of them a little bit. "The mummies? What're they?" I
asked the one kid.
"You know. The mummies--them dead guys. That get buried in them toons and
all."
Toons. That killed me. He meant tombs.
"How come you two guys aren't in school?" I said.
"No school t'day," the kid that did all the talking said. He was lying, sure as I'm
alive, the little bastard. I didn't have anything to do, though, till old Phoebe showed up, so
I helped them find the place where the mummies were. Boy, I used to know exactly
where they were, but I hadn't been in that museum in years.
"You two guys so interested in mummies?" I said.
"Yeah."
"Can't your friend talk?" I said.
"He ain't my friend. He's my brudda."
"Can't he talk?" I looked at the one that wasn't doing any talking. "Can't you talk
at all?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he said. "I don't feel like it."
Finally we found the place where the mummies were, and we went in.
"You know how the Egyptians buried their dead?" I asked the one kid.
"Naa."
"Well, you should. It's very interesting. They wrapped their faces up in these
cloths that were treated with some secret chemical. That way they could be buried in their
tombs for thousands of years and their faces wouldn't rot or anything. Nobody knows
how to do it except the Egyptians. Even modern science."
To get to where the mummies were, you had to go down this very narrow sort of
hall with stones on the side that they'd taken right out of this Pharaoh's tomb and all. It
was pretty spooky, and you could tell the two hot-shots I was with weren't enjoying it too
much. They stuck close as hell to me, and the one that didn't talk at all practically was
holding onto my sleeve. "Let's go," he said to his brother. "I seen 'em awreddy. C'mon,
hey." He turned around and beat it.
"He's got a yella streak a mile wide," the other one said. "So long!"