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Bernard was duly grateful (it was an enormous comfort to have his friend again) and also duly resentful (it would be pleasure to take some revenge on Helmholtz for his generosity).

I took a look out the window before I left the room, though, to see how all the perverts were doing, but they all had their shades down. They were the heighth of modesty in the morning.

Doing their job, said Cora. Keeping us safe.Nothing safer than dead, said Rita, angrily.

— Знаеш ли какъв ми се ще да стана? Искам да кажа, ако ми дадат да си избера, дявол да го вземе….все си представям малки дечица да си играят на някаква игра в една голяма ръжена нива. Хиляди деца — а наоколо няма никой, никой голям човек, искам да кажа — освен мене. А аз стоя на ръба на някаква шеметна пропаст. И каква ми е работата? Да спасявам всяко дете, което тръгне към пропастта — искам да кажа, ако то се е затичало и не вижда накъде отива, аз да изляза отнякъде и да го спася. Ето, това бих правил по цял ден. Просто ми се иска да бъда спасителят в ръжта. Знам, че е лудост, но ей на, това е единственото нещо, което наистина ми се иска да бъда. Зная, че е лудост.

I knelt to examine the floor, and there it was, in tiny writing, quite fresh it seemed, scratched with a pin or maybe just a fingernail, in the corner where the darkest shadow fell: Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.

Christianity without tears—that’s what soma is.

After I shut the door and stared back to the living room, he yelled something at me, but I couldn’t exactly hear him. I’m pretty sure he yelled ‘Good luck!’ at me. I hope not. I hope to hell not. I’d never yell ‘Good luck’ at anybody. It sounds terrible, when you think about it.

I really don’t know what men used to say. I had only their words for it.

I’m not trying to tell you,” he said, “that only educated and scholarly men are able to contribute something valuable to the world…[however,] they have more humility than the scholarly thinker.

I told the boy I was a strange old man, he said. Now is when I must prove it. The thousand times that he had proved it meant nothing. Now he was proving it again.

Her face might be kindly if she would smile. But the frown isn’t personal: it’s the red dress she disapproves of, and what it stands for. She thinks I may be catching, like a disease or any form of bad luck.

What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff- I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all.

Perhaps you are making a cat’s paw of me with Phillotson all this time. Upon my word it almost seems so–to see you sitting up there so prim.

I cut going there entirely, gradually.

Like a White Russian drinking tea in Paris, marooned in the twentieth century, I wander back, try to regain hose distant pathways; I become too maudlin, lose myself. Weep…I sit in the chair and ooze like a sponge.

Old Luce. He was strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly had a good vocabulary. He had the largest vocabulary of any boy at Whooton when I was there. They gave us a test.

Falling in love,’ we said; ‘I fell for him.’ We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion; so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire, so extreme, so unlikely. ‘God is love,’ they once said, but we reversed that, and love, like heaven, was always just around the corner. The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting, always, for the incarnation. That word, made flesh.

When I really worry about something, I don´t just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don´t go. I´m too worried to go. I don´t want to interrupt my worrying to go.

The stains on the mattress. Like dried flower petals. Not recent. Old love; there’s no other kind of love in this room now.

They had been permitted to sit up till after the ice-cream, which naturally marked the limit of human indulgence.