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"
No
,
but
--
"
"
You
're
goddam
right
they
do
n't
,
"
Horwitz
said
,
and
drove
off
like
a
bat
out
of
hell
.
He
was
about
the
touchiest
guy
I
ever
met
.
Everything
you
said
made
him
sore
.
Even
though
it
was
so
late
,
old
Ernie
's
was
jampacked
.
Mostly
with
prep
school
jerks
and
college
jerks
.
Almost
every
damn
school
in
the
world
gets
out
earlier
for
Christmas
vacation
than
the
schools
I
go
to
.
You
could
hardly
check
your
coat
,
it
was
so
crowded
.
It
was
pretty
quiet
,
though
,
because
Ernie
was
playing
the
piano
.
It
was
supposed
to
be
something
holy
,
for
God
's
sake
,
when
he
sat
down
at
the
piano
.
Nobody
's
that
good
.
About
three
couples
,
besides
me
,
were
waiting
for
tables
,
and
they
were
all
shoving
and
standing
on
tiptoes
to
get
a
look
at
old
Ernie
while
he
played
.
He
had
a
big
damn
mirror
in
front
of
the
piano
,
with
this
big
spotlight
on
him
,
so
that
everybody
could
watch
his
face
while
he
played
.
You
could
n't
see
his
fingers
while
he
played
--
just
his
big
old
face
.
Big
deal
.
I
'm
not
too
sure
what
the
name
of
the
song
was
that
he
was
playing
when
I
came
in
,
but
whatever
it
was
,
he
was
really
stinking
it
up
.
He
was
putting
all
these
dumb
,
show-offy
ripples
in
the
high
notes
,
and
a
lot
of
other
very
tricky
stuff
that
gives
me
a
pain
in
the
ass
.
You
should
've
heard
the
crowd
,
though
,
when
he
was
finished
.
You
would
've
puked
.
They
went
mad
.
They
were
exactly
the
same
morons
that
laugh
like
hyenas
in
the
movies
at
stuff
that
is
n't
funny
.
I
swear
to
God
,
if
I
were
a
piano
player
or
an
actor
or
something
and
all
those
dopes
thought
I
was
terrific
,
I
'd
hate
it
.
I
would
n't
even
want
them
to
clap
for
me
.
People
always
clap
for
the
wrong
things
.
If
I
were
a
piano
player
,
I
'd
play
it
in
the
goddam
closet
.
Anyway
,
when
he
was
finished
,
and
everybody
was
clapping
their
heads
off
,
old
Ernie
turned
around
on
his
stool
and
gave
this
very
phony
,
humble
bow
.
Like
as
if
he
was
a
helluva
humble
guy
,
besides
being
a
terrific
piano
player
.
It
was
very
phony
--
I
mean
him
being
such
a
big
snob
and
all
.
In
a
funny
way
,
though
,
I
felt
sort
of
sorry
for
him
when
he
was
finished
.
I
do
n't
even
think
he
knows
any
more
when
he
's
playing
right
or
not
.
It
is
n't
all
his
fault
.
I
partly
blame
all
those
dopes
that
clap
their
heads
off
--
they
'd
foul
up
anybody
,
if
you
gave
them
a
chance
.
Anyway
,
it
made
me
feel
depressed
and
lousy
again
,
and
I
damn
near
got
my
coat
back
and
went
back
to
the
hotel
,
but
it
was
too
early
and
I
did
n't
feel
much
like
being
all
alone
.
They
finally
got
me
this
stinking
table
,
right
up
against
a
wall
and
behind
a
goddam
post
,
where
you
could
n't
see
anything
.
It
was
one
of
those
tiny
little
tables
that
if
the
people
at
the
next
table
do
n't
get
up
to
let
you
by
--
and
they
never
do
,
the
bastards
--
you
practically
have
to
climb
into
your
chair
.
I
ordered
a
Scotch
and
soda
,
which
is
my
favorite
drink
,
next
to
frozen
Daiquiris
.
If
you
were
only
around
six
years
old
,
you
could
get
liquor
at
Ernie
's
,
the
place
was
so
dark
and
all
,
and
besides
,
nobody
cared
how
old
you
were
.
You
could
even
be
a
dope
fiend
and
nobody
'd
care
.
I
was
surrounded
by
jerks
.
I
'm
not
kidding
.
At
this
other
tiny
table
,
right
to
my
left
,
practically
on
top
of
me
,
there
was
this
funny-looking
guy
and
this
funny-looking
girl
.
They
were
around
my
age
,
or
maybe
just
a
little
older
.
It
was
funny
.
You
could
see
they
were
being
careful
as
hell
not
to
drink
up
the
minimum
too
fast
.
I
listened
to
their
conversation
for
a
while
,
because
I
did
n't
have
anything
else
to
do
.
He
was
telling
her
about
some
pro
football
game
he
'd
seen
that
afternoon
.
He
gave
her
every
single
goddam
play
in
the
whole
game
--
I
'm
not
kidding
.
He
was
the
most
boring
guy
I
ever
listened
to
.
And
you
could
tell
his
date
was
n't
even
interested
in
the
goddam
game
,
but
she
was
even
funnier-looking
than
he
was
,
so
I
guess
she
had
to
listen
.
Real
ugly
girls
have
it
tough
.
I
feel
so
sorry
for
them
sometimes
.
Sometimes
I
ca
n't
even
look
at
them
,
especially
if
they
're
with
some
dopey
guy
that
's
telling
them
all
about
a
goddam
football
game
.
On
my
right
,
the
conversation
was
even
worse
,
though
.
On
my
right
there
was
this
very
Joe
Yale-looking
guy
,
in
a
gray
flannel
suit
and
one
of
those
flitty-looking
Tattersall
vests
.
All
those
Ivy
League
bastards
look
alike
.
My
father
wants
me
to
go
to
Yale
,
or
maybe
Princeton
,
but
I
swear
,
I
would
n't
go
to
one
of
those
Ivy
League
colleges
,
if
I
was
dying
,
for
God
's
sake
.
Anyway
,
this
Joe
Yale-looking
guy
had
a
terrific-looking
girl
with
him
.
Boy
,
she
was
good-looking
.
But
you
should
've
heard
the
conversation
they
were
having
.
In
the
first
place
,
they
were
both
slightly
crocked
.
What
he
was
doing
,
he
was
giving
her
a
feel
under
the
table
,
and
at
the
same
time
telling
her
all
about
some
guy
in
his
dorm
that
had
eaten
a
whole
bottle
of
aspirin
and
nearly
committed
suicide
.
His
date
kept
saying
to
him
,
"
How
horrible
...
Do
n't
,
darling
.
Please
,
do
n't
.
Not
here
.
"
Imagine
giving
somebody
a
feel
and
telling
them
about
a
guy
committing
suicide
at
the
same
time
!
They
killed
me
.
I
certainly
began
to
feel
like
a
prize
horse
's
ass
,
though
,
sitting
there
all
by
myself
.
There
was
n't
anything
to
do
except
smoke
and
drink
.
What
I
did
do
,
though
,
I
told
the
waiter
to
ask
old
Ernie
if
he
'd
care
to
join
me
for
a
drink
.
I
told
him
to
tell
him
I
was
D.
B.
's
brother
.
I
do
n't
think
he
ever
even
gave
him
my
message
,
though
.
Those
bastards
never
give
your
message
to
anybody
.
All
of
a
sudden
,
this
girl
came
up
to
me
and
said
,
"
Holden
Caulfield
!
"
Her
name
was
Lillian
Simmons
.
My
brother
D.
B.
used
to
go
around
with
her
for
a
while
.
She
had
very
big
knockers
.
"
Hi
,
"
I
said
.
I
tried
to
get
up
,
naturally
,
but
it
was
some
job
getting
up
,
in
a
place
like
that
.
She
had
some
Navy
officer
with
her
that
looked
like
he
had
a
poker
up
his
ass
.
