There Are Still A Few Men Who

Grand. There's A Word I Really Hate. It's A Phony. I Could Puke Every Time I Hear It.

That's The Whole Trouble. When You're Feeling Very Depressed, You Can't Even Think.

I Kept Picturing All These Little Kids In This Big Field Of Rye... If They're Running And They Don't Look Where They're Going, I Have To Come Out From Somewhere And Catch Them.

I Don't Hate Too Many Guys. What I May Do, I May Hate Them For A Little While, Like This Guy Stradlater I Knew At Pencey, And This Other Boy, Robert Ackley. I Hate Them Once In A While—i Admit It—but It Doesn't Last Too Long, Is What I Mean. After A While, If I Didn't See Them, If They Didn't Come In The Room, Or If I Didn't See Them In The Dining Room For A Couple Of Meals, I Sort Of Missed Them. I Mean I Sort Of Missed Them.

Maybe There's A Trapdoor Under My Chair, And I'll Just Disappear.