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《THE CATCHER IN THE RYE(麦田里的守望者英文版)》章节:第75章,宠文网网友提供全文无弹窗免费在线阅读。!
He beat it too.
I was the only one left in the tomb then. I sort of liked it, in a way. It was so nice
and peaceful. Then, all of a sudden, you'd never guess what I saw on the wall. Another
"Fuck you." It was written with a red crayon or something, right under the glass part of
the wall, under the stones.
That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful,
because there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not
looking, somebody'll sneak up and write "Fuck you" right under your nose. Try it
sometime. I think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and I have a
tombstone and all, it'll say "Holden Caulfield" on it, and then what year I was born and
what year I died, and then right under that it'll say "Fuck you." I'm positive, in fact.
After I came out of the place where the mummies were, I had to go to the
bathroom. I sort of had diarrhea, if you want to know the truth. I didn't mind the diarrhea
part too much, but something else happened. When I was coming out of the can, right
before I got to the door, I sort of passed out. I was lucky, though. I mean I could've killed
myself when I hit the floor, but all I did was sort of land on my side. it was a funny thing,
though. I felt better after I passed out. I really did. My arm sort of hurt, from where I fell,
but I didn't feel so damn dizzy any more.
It was about ten after twelve or so then, and so I went back and stood by the door
and waited for old Phoebe. I thought how it might be the last time I'd ever see her again.
Any of my relatives, I mean. I figured I'd probably see them again, but not for years. I
might come home when I was about thirty-five. I figured, in case somebody got sick and
wanted to see me before they died, but that would be the only reason I'd leave my cabin
and come back. I even started picturing how it would be when I came back. I knew my
mother'd get nervous as hell and start to cry and beg me to stay home and not go back to
my cabin, but I'd go anyway. I'd be casual as hell. I'd make her calm down, and then I'd
go over to the other side of the living room and take out this cigarette case and light a
cigarette, cool as all hell. I'd ask them all to visit me sometime if they wanted to, but I
wouldn't insist or anything. What I'd do, I'd let old Phoebe come out and visit me in the
summertime and on Christmas vacation and Easter vacation. And I'd let D.B. come out
and visit me for a while if he wanted a nice, quiet place for his writing, but he couldn't
write any movies in my cabin, only stories and books. I'd have this rule that nobody could
do anything phony when they visited me. If anybody tried to do anything phony, they
couldn't stay.
All of a sudden I looked at the clock in the checkroom and it was twenty-five of
one. I began to get scared that maybe that old lady in the school had told that other lady
not to give old Phoebe my message. I began to get scared that maybe she'd told her to
burn it or something. It really scared hell out of me. I really wanted to see old Phoebe
before I hit the road. I mean I had her Christmas dough and all.
Finally, I saw her. I saw her through the glass part of the door. The reason I saw
her, she had my crazy hunting hat on--you could see that hat about ten miles away.
I went out the doors and started down these stone stairs to meet her. The thing I
couldn't understand, she had this big suitcase with her. She was just coming across Fifth
Avenue, and she was dragging this goddam big suitcase with her. She could hardly drag
it. When I got up closer, I saw it was my old suitcase, the one I used to use when I was at
Whooton. I couldn't figure out what the hell she was doing with it. "Hi," she said when
she got up close. She was all out of breath from that crazy suitcase.
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"I thought maybe you weren't coming," I said. "What the hell's in that bag?