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Anyway
,
I
put
on
my
new
hat
and
sat
down
and
started
reading
that
book
Out
of
Africa
.
I
'd
read
it
already
,
but
I
wanted
to
read
certain
parts
over
again
.
I
'd
only
read
about
three
pages
,
though
,
when
I
heard
somebody
coming
through
the
shower
curtains
.
Even
without
looking
up
,
I
knew
right
away
who
it
was
.
It
was
Robert
Ackley
,
this
guy
that
roomed
right
next
to
me
.
There
was
a
shower
right
between
every
two
rooms
in
our
wing
,
and
about
eighty-five
times
a
day
old
Ackley
barged
in
on
me
.
He
was
probably
the
only
guy
in
the
whole
dorm
,
besides
me
,
that
was
n't
down
at
the
game
.
He
hardly
ever
went
anywhere
.
He
was
a
very
peculiar
guy
.
He
was
a
senior
,
and
he
'd
been
at
Pencey
the
whole
four
years
and
all
,
but
nobody
ever
called
him
anything
except
"
Ackley
.
"
Not
even
Herb
Gale
,
his
own
roommate
,
ever
called
him
"
Bob
"
or
even
"
Ack
.
"
If
he
ever
gets
married
,
his
own
wife
'll
probably
call
him
"
Ackley
.
"
He
was
one
of
these
very
,
very
tall
,
round-shouldered
guys
--
he
was
about
six
four
--
with
lousy
teeth
.
The
whole
time
he
roomed
next
to
me
,
I
never
even
once
saw
him
brush
his
teeth
.
They
always
looked
mossy
and
awful
,
and
he
damn
near
made
you
sick
if
you
saw
him
in
the
dining
room
with
his
mouth
full
of
mashed
potatoes
and
peas
or
something
.
Besides
that
,
he
had
a
lot
of
pimples
.
Not
just
on
his
forehead
or
his
chin
,
like
most
guys
,
but
all
over
his
whole
face
.
And
not
only
that
,
he
had
a
terrible
personality
.
He
was
also
sort
of
a
nasty
guy
.
I
was
n't
too
crazy
about
him
,
to
tell
you
the
truth
.
I
could
feel
him
standing
on
the
shower
ledge
,
right
behind
my
chair
,
taking
a
look
to
see
if
Stradlater
was
around
.
He
hated
Stradlater
's
guts
and
he
never
came
in
the
room
if
Stradlater
was
around
.
He
hated
everybody
's
guts
,
damn
near
.
He
came
down
off
the
shower
ledge
and
came
in
the
room
.
"
Hi
,
"
he
said
.
He
always
said
it
like
he
was
terrifically
bored
or
terrifically
tired
.
He
did
n't
want
you
to
think
he
was
visiting
you
or
anything
.
He
wanted
you
to
think
he
'd
come
in
by
mistake
,
for
God
's
sake
.
"
Hi
,
"
I
said
,
but
I
did
n't
look
up
from
my
book
.
With
a
guy
like
Ackley
,
if
you
looked
up
from
your
book
you
were
a
goner
.
You
were
a
goner
anyway
,
but
not
as
quick
if
you
did
n't
look
up
right
away
.
He
started
walking
around
the
room
,
very
slow
and
all
,
the
way
he
always
did
,
picking
up
your
personal
stuff
off
your
desk
and
chiffonier
.
He
always
picked
up
your
personal
stuff
and
looked
at
it
.
Boy
,
could
he
get
on
your
nerves
sometimes
.
"
How
was
the
fencing
?
"
he
said
.
He
just
wanted
me
to
quit
reading
and
enjoying
myself
.
He
did
n't
give
a
damn
about
the
fencing
.
"
We
win
,
or
what
?
"
he
said
.
"
Nobody
won
,
"
I
said
.
Without
looking
up
,
though
.
"
What
?
"
he
said
.
He
always
made
you
say
everything
twice
.
"
Nobody
won
,
"
I
said
.
I
sneaked
a
look
to
see
what
he
was
fiddling
around
with
on
my
chiffonier
.
He
was
looking
at
this
picture
of
this
girl
I
used
to
go
around
with
in
New
York
,
Sally
Hayes
.
He
must
've
picked
up
that
goddam
picture
and
looked
at
it
at
least
five
thousand
times
since
I
got
it
.
He
always
put
it
back
in
the
wrong
place
,
too
,
when
he
was
finished
.
He
did
it
on
purpose
.
You
could
tell
.
