Anyway, it was December and all, and it was cold as a witch's teat, especially on top of that stupid hill. I only had on my reversible and no gloves or anything. The week before that, somebody'd stolen my camel's-hair coat right out of my room, with my furlined gloves right in the pocket and all. Pencey was full of crooks. Quite a few guys came from these very wealthy families, but it was full of crooks anyway. The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has--I'm not kidding. Anyway, I kept standing next to that crazy cannon, looking down at the game and freezing my ass off. Only, I wasn't watching the game too much. What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of a good-by. I mean I've left schools and places …show more content…
I don't care if it's a sad good-by or a bad goodby, but when I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving it. If you don't, you feel even worse. I was lucky. All of a sudden I thought of something that helped make me know I was getting the hell out. I suddenly remembered this time, in around October, that I and Robert Tichener and Paul Campbell were chucking a football around, in front of the academic building. They were nice guys, especially Tichener. It was just before dinner and it was getting pretty dark out, but we kept chucking the ball around anyway. It kept getting darker and darker, and we could hardly see the ball any more, but we didn't want to stop doing what we were doing. Finally we had to. This teacher that taught biology, Mr. Zambesi, stuck his head out of this window in the academic building and told us to go back to the dorm and get ready for dinner. If I get a chance to remember that kind of stuff, I can get a good-by when I need one--at least, most of the time I can. As soon as …show more content…
My ears were hurting and I could hardly move my fingers at all. "C'mon, c'mon," I said right out loud, almost, "somebody open the door." Finally old Mrs. Spencer opened. it. They didn't have a maid or anything, and they always opened the door themselves. They didn't have too much dough. "Holden!" Mrs. Spencer said. "How lovely to see you! Come in, dear! Are you frozen to death?" I think she was glad to see me. She liked me. At least, I think she did. Boy, did I get in that house fast. "How are you, Mrs. Spencer?" I said. "How's Mr. Spencer?" "Let me take your coat, dear," she said. She didn't hear me ask her how Mr. Spencer was. She was sort of deaf. She hung up my coat in the hall closet, and I sort of brushed my hair back with my hand. I wear a crew cut quite frequently and I never have to comb it much. "How've you been, Mrs. Spencer?" I said again, only louder, so she'd hear me. "I've been just fine, Holden." She closed the closet door. "How have you been?" The way she asked me, I knew right away old Spencer'd told her I'd been kicked out. "Fine," I said. "How's Mr. Spencer? He over his grippe yet?" "Over it! Holden, he's behaving like a perfect--I don't know what. . . He's in his room, dear. Go right
Holden struggles with himself mightily and cannot fulfill his responsibilities. One of Holden’s struggles is that he has a bad attitude towards everyone. For example, at the school he goes to, he hates his roommates and his teachers. In addition to not liking anyone, Holden
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that he is trying to hide his true identity. He does not want people to know who he really is or that he was kicked out of his fourth school. Holden is always using fake names and tries speaking in a tone to persuade someone to think a cretin way. He does this when he talks to women. While he is talking to the psychiatrist he explains peoples reactions to his lies like they really believe him, when it is very possible that he is a horrible liar and they are looking at him with a “what are you talking a bout?” expression. Holden often lies to the point where he is lying to him self.
Holden: Yo Sidd, it’s about time you showed up here. I’ve been waiting for only a half-hour.
He really amused me” (Salinger 191). The context of the dialogue is a phone call in which Holden calls Luce to gain advice. Holden criticizes and judges Luce’s arrogant atmosphere in which Luce seems like he does not want anyone to sound smarter than him. However, this is criticism only aimed at himself. Holden is a hypocritical character in the sense that he points out other’s imperfections when they are really parallel to his own. His perception is that he is the only character who has not been damaged by the adult world; although, he is slowly becoming more of an “adult” when he denounces other adults in his life- this transforms him into a human incapable of seeing his true faults. Holden also criticizes the conversation of Sally and George: “He [George] was the kind of a phony that have to give themselves room when they answer somebody’s question… It was the phoniest conversation you
Holden’s feelings at times can be confused or his feelings can be sexual, he sometimes struggles showing his feelings towards people. Holden once said “if a girl tells me to stop, im going to stop”, Holden respects women and a no or a stop is the answer. He never keeps going he respects what a women says.
Jack Smith was a retired Physics Professor when I met him. He was a tall, thin man with straight fair hair and brown eyes. He was in my city for a touristic visit and I was his guide for two weeks. It was the second week and his story began with a simple question. I saw some scars on his left arm and I asked him how those scars happened.
Even though Holden is surrounded by people, such as his roommates at school, some teachers and his sister, he would rather avoid
Her caring and compassionate nature is what drove her to be so helpful to Morrie. “Connie answered the bell. Normally buoyant, she had a drawn look on her face. Her hello was softly spoken. ‘How’s he doing?’
Holden’s awkwardness and lack of interpersonal skills are made obvious through his interactions with Sally. For example, when Holden sees Sally repeatedly looking at a boy whom she finds attractive, he tells Sally to “go on over and give him a big soul kiss, if you [Sally] know him.” (127). A second good example is when Holden asks Sally to run away with him.
Tonight, is the night I will end Sir Henry Baskerville and take the Baskerville fortune. My wife will take her place in the mine across the Grimpen Mire, waiting to release the hound. As for me, I will be dining with Sir Henry. He will never suspect that I would be the killer. In reality, I have not killed anyone, but I have rather been the cause of their let's say, distress.
"Love of my life, my soul mate...... you're my best friend" Hope's Who Am I To Say ambled throughout Kay Kay and Karma's old bedroom at their mother's house. Kay Kay left her dorm room to visit the old residence. She hasn't really been back since Louis's death. Her mother had gone into depression apparently.
Aunt Leslie then snapped me out of my deep thought asking whether I was okay. I told her I was even if it was obviously a complete lie. "So shall we go back to Geraldine tomorrow morning? Or would you like to leave in the evening?"
All that was behind me was my bag laid in the snow and a set of tire tracks leading out of the dark gates. I scurried back down the few steps to grab my luggage and head back up, trying not to seen my Davis, who would surely scold me for such a minute waste of time. The suit case was hard and cold, practically frozen from its short ride in the un-heated trunk. Lifting the suitcase above my head made my wrists exposed to the wind’s torrent. The freezing temperature was too unbearable, so once the heavy metal doors slid open with the pass of a key card I raced in and tossed my bag onto the floor.