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The text was processed by the \"Structure Extraction\" system agent (arke:01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H), indicating it has been segmented for archival and analytical purposes.\n\n## Contents  \nThe chapter details the protagonist’s emotional turmoil following an encounter with a sex worker named Sunny and her associate, Maurice, the elevator operator. After Sunny leaves, the narrator reflects on his deep depression and guilt, particularly over his late brother Allie, whom he addresses aloud in moments of distress. He recalls refusing Allie permission to join a childhood bike trip, a memory that haunts him. The narrative shifts to a confrontation when Maurice returns to extort additional money, leading to a physical altercation in which the narrator is punched in the stomach. Frightened and isolated, he fantasizes about retaliating violently, imagining himself as a wounded hero from the movies, before recognizing the absurdity of such fantasies. The chapter ends with the narrator contemplating suicide, revealing his profound alienation and psychological fragility.","description_generated_at":"2026-01-27T17:22:14.295Z","description_model":"Qwen/Qwen3-235B-A22B-Instruct-2507","description_title":"Chapter 14","end_line":2625,"extracted_at":"2026-01-27T17:12:16.503Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"14","source_file":"01KFYTG9MG93RTB6YAW34V48XG","start_line":2465,"text":"  2360\t14\n  2361\tAfter Old Sunny was gone, I sat in the chair for a while and smoked a couple of\n  2362\tcigarettes. It was getting daylight outside. Boy, I felt miserable. I felt so depressed, you\n  2363\tcan't imagine. What I did, I started talking, sort of out loud, to Allie. I do that sometimes\n  2364\twhen I get very depressed. I keep telling him to go home and get his bike and meet me in\n  2365\tfront of Bobby Fallon's house. Bobby Fallon used to live quite near us in Maine--this is,\n  2366\tyears ago. Anyway, what happened was, one day Bobby and I were going over to Lake\n  2367\tSedebego on our bikes. We were going to take our lunches and all, and our BB guns--we\n  2368\twere kids and all, and we thought we could shoot something with our BB guns. Anyway,\n  2369\tAllie heard us talking about it, and he wanted to go, and I wouldn't let him. I told him he\n  2370\twas a child. So once in a while, now, when I get very depressed, I keep saying to him,\n  2371\t\"Okay. Go home and get your bike and meet me in front of Bobby's house. Hurry up.\" It\n\n<!-- [Page 54](arke:01KFYTAC4ZACRWZ8SF0HPV6KDR) -->\n  2372\twasn't that I didn't use to take him with me when I went somewhere. I did. But that one\n  2373\tday, I didn't. He didn't get sore about it--he never got sore about anything-- but I keep\n  2374\tthinking about it anyway, when I get very depressed.\n  2375\tFinally, though, I got undressed and got in bed. I felt like praying or something,\n  2376\twhen I was in bed, but I couldn't do it. I can't always pray when I feel like it. In the first\n  2377\tplace, I'm sort of an atheist. I like Jesus and all, but I don't care too much for most of the\n  2378\tother stuff in the Bible. Take the Disciples, for instance. They annoy the hell out of me, if\n  2379\tyou want to know the truth. They were all right after Jesus was dead and all, but while He\n  2380\twas alive, they were about as much use to Him as a hole in the head. All they did was\n  2381\tkeep letting Him down. I like almost anybody in the Bible better than the Disciples. If\n  2382\tyou want to know the truth, the guy I like best in the Bible, next to Jesus, was that lunatic\n  2383\tand all, that lived in the tombs and kept cutting himself with stones. I like him ten times\n  2384\tas much as the Disciples, that poor bastard. I used to get in quite a few arguments about\n  2385\tit, when I was at Whooton School, with this boy that lived down the corridor, Arthur\n  2386\tChilds. Old Childs was a Quaker and all, and he read the Bible all the time. He was a\n  2387\tvery nice kid, and I liked him, but I could never see eye to eye with him on a lot of stuff\n  2388\tin the Bible, especially the Disciples. He kept telling me if I didn't like the Disciples, then\n  2389\tI didn't like Jesus and all. He said that because Jesus picked the Disciples, you were\n  2390\tsupposed to like them. I said I knew He picked them, but that He picked them at random.\n  2391\tI said He didn't have time to go around analyzing everybody. I said I wasn't blaming\n  2392\tJesus or anything. It wasn't His fault that He didn't have any time. I remember I asked old\n  2393\tChilds if he thought Judas, the one that betrayed Jesus and all, went to Hell after he\n  2394\tcommitted suicide. Childs said certainly. That's exactly where I disagreed with him. I\n  2395\tsaid I'd bet a thousand bucks that Jesus never sent old Judas to Hell. I still would, too, if I\n  2396\thad a thousand bucks. I think any one of the Disciples would've sent him to Hell and all--\n  2397\tand fast, too--but I'll bet anything Jesus didn't do it. Old Childs said the trouble with me\n  2398\twas that I didn't go to church or anything. He was right about that, in a way. I don't. In\n  2399\tthe first place, my parents are different religions, and all the children in our family are\n  2400\tatheists. If you want to know the truth, I can't even stand ministers. The ones they've had\n  2401\tat every school I've gone to, they all have these Holy Joe voices when they start giving\n  2402\ttheir sermons. God, I hate that. I don't see why the hell they can't talk in their natural\n  2403\tvoice. They sound so phony when they talk.\n  2404\tAnyway, when I was in bed, I couldn't pray worth a damn. Every time I got\n  2405\tstarted, I kept picturing old Sunny calling me a crumb-bum. Finally, I sat up in bed and\n  2406\tsmoked another cigarette. It tasted lousy. I must've smoked around two packs since I left\n  2407\tPencey.\n  2408\tAll of a sudden, while I was laying there smoking, somebody knocked on the\n  2409\tdoor. I kept hoping it wasn't my door they were knocking on, but I knew damn well it\n  2410\twas. I don't know how I knew, but I knew. I knew who it was, too. I'm psychic.\n  2411\t\"Who's there?\" I said. I was pretty scared. I'm very yellow about those things.\n  2412\tThey just knocked again, though. Louder.\n  2413\tFinally I got out of bed, with just my pajamas on, and opened the door. I didn't\n  2414\teven have to turn the light on in the room, because it was already daylight. Old Sunny\n  2415\tand Maurice, the pimpy elevator guy, were standing there.\n  2416\t\"What's the matter? Wuddaya want?\" I said. Boy, my voice was shaking like hell.\n\n<!-- [Page 55](arke:01KFYTAC5VP5HARXY8Q0XYQXDQ) -->\n  2417\t\"Nothin' much,\" old Maurice said. \"Just five bucks.\" He did all the talking for the\n  2418\ttwo of them. Old Sunny just stood there next to him, with her mouth open and all.\n  2419\t\"I paid her already. I gave her five bucks. Ask her,\" I said. Boy, was my voice\n  2420\tshaking.\n  2421\t\"It's ten bucks, chief. I tole ya that. Ten bucks for a throw, fifteen bucks till noon.\n  2422\tI tole ya that.\"\n  2423\t\"You did not tell me that. You said five bucks a throw. You said fifteen bucks till\n  2424\tnoon, all right, but I distinctly heard you--\"\n  2425\t\"Open up, chief.\"\n  2426\t\"What for?\" I said. God, my old heart was damn near beating me out of the room.\n  2427\tI wished I was dressed at least. It's terrible to be just in your pajamas when something\n  2428\tlike that happens.\n  2429\t\"Let's go, chief,\" old Maurice said. Then he gave me a big shove with his crumby\n  2430\thand. I damn near fell over on my can--he was a huge sonuvabitch. The next thing I\n  2431\tknew, he and old Sunny were both in the room. They acted like they owned the damn\n  2432\tplace. Old Sunny sat down on the window sill. Old Maurice sat down in the big chair and\n  2433\tloosened his collar and all--he was wearing this elevator operator's uniform. Boy, was I\n  2434\tnervous.\n  2435\t\"All right, chief, let's have it. I gotta get back to work.\"\n  2436\t\"I told you about ten times, I don't owe you a cent. I already gave her the five--\"\n  2437\t\"Cut the crap, now. Let's have it.\"\n  2438\t\"Why should I give her another five bucks?\" I said. My voice was cracking all\n  2439\tover the place. \"You're trying to chisel me.\"\n  2440\tOld Maurice unbuttoned his whole uniform coat. All he had on underneath was a\n  2441\tphony shirt collar, but no shirt or anything. He had a big fat hairy stomach. \"Nobody's\n  2442\ttryna chisel nobody,\" he said. \"Let's have it, chief.\"\n  2443\t\"No.\"\n  2444\tWhen I said that, he got up from his chair and started walking towards me and all.\n  2445\tHe looked like he was very, very tired or very, very bored. God, was I scared. I sort of\n  2446\thad my arms folded, I remember. It wouldn't have been so bad, I don't think, if I hadn't\n  2447\thad just my goddam pajamas on.\n  2448\t\"Let's have it, chief.\" He came right up to where I was standing. That's all he\n  2449\tcould say. \"Let's have it, chief.\" He was a real moron.\n  2450\t\"No.\"\n  2451\t\"Chief, you're gonna force me inna roughin' ya up a little bit. I don't wanna do it,\n  2452\tbut that's the way it looks,\" he said. \"You owe us five bucks.\"\n  2453\t\"I don't owe you five bucks,\" I said. \"If you rough me up, I'll yell like hell. I'll\n  2454\twake up everybody in the hotel. The police and all.\" My voice was shaking like a bastard.\n  2455\t\"Go ahead. Yell your goddam head off. Fine,\" old Maurice said. \"Want your\n  2456\tparents to know you spent the night with a whore? High-class kid like you?\" He was\n  2457\tpretty sharp, in his crumby way. He really was.\n  2458\t\"Leave me alone. If you'd said ten, it'd be different. But you distinctly--\"\n  2459\t\"Are ya gonna let us have it?\" He had me right up against the damn door. He was\n  2460\talmost standing on top of me, his crumby old hairy stomach and all.\n  2461\t\"Leave me alone. Get the hell out of my room,\" I said. I still had my arms folded\n  2462\tand all. God, what a jerk I was.\n\n<!-- [Page 56](arke:01KFYTAC2X7SJZ2QDT18DVDA3J) -->\n  2463\tThen Sunny said something for the first time. \"Hey, Maurice. Want me to get his\n  2464\twallet?\" she said. \"It's right on the wutchamacallit.\"\n  2465\t\"Yeah, get it.\"\n  2466\t\"Leave my wallet alone!\"\n  2467\t\"I awreddy got it,\" Sunny said. She waved five bucks at me. \"See? All I'm takin' is\n  2468\tthe five you owe me. I'm no crook.\"\n  2469\tAll of a sudden I started to cry. I'd give anything if I hadn't, but I did. \"No, you're\n  2470\tno crooks,\" I said. \"You're just stealing five--\"\n  2471\t\"Shut up,\" old Maurice said, and gave me a shove.\n  2472\t\"Leave him alone, hey,\" Sunny said. \"C'mon, hey. We got the dough he owes us.\n  2473\tLet's go. C'mon, hey.\"\n  2474\t\"I'm comin',\" old Maurice said. But he didn't.\n  2475\t\"I mean it, Maurice, hey. Leave him alone.\"\n  2476\t\"Who's hurtin' anybody?\" he said, innocent as hell. Then what he did, he snapped\n  2477\this finger very hard on my pajamas. I won't tell you where he snapped it, but it hurt like\n  2478\thell. I told him he was a goddam dirty moron. \"What's that?\" he said. He put his hand\n  2479\tbehind his ear, like a deaf guy. \"What's that? What am I?\"\n  2480\tI was still sort of crying. I was so damn mad and nervous and all. \"You're a dirty\n  2481\tmoron,\" I said. \"You're a stupid chiseling moron, and in about two years you'll be one of\n  2482\tthose scraggy guys that come up to you on the street and ask for a dime for coffee. You'll\n  2483\thave snot all over your dirty filthy overcoat, and you'll be--\"\n  2484\tThen he smacked me. I didn't even try to get out of the way or duck or anything.\n  2485\tAll I felt was this terrific punch in my stomach.\n  2486\tI wasn't knocked out or anything, though, because I remember looking up from\n  2487\tthe floor and seeing them both go out the door and shut it. Then I stayed on the floor a\n  2488\tfairly long time, sort of the way I did with Stradlater. Only, this time I thought I was\n  2489\tdying. I really did. I thought I was drowning or something. The trouble was, I could\n  2490\thardly breathe. When I did finally get up, I had to walk to the bathroom all doubled up\n  2491\tand holding onto my stomach and all.\n  2492\tBut I'm crazy. I swear to God I am. About halfway to the bathroom, I sort of\n  2493\tstarted pretending I had a bullet in my guts. Old 'Maurice had plugged me. Now I was on\n  2494\tthe way to the bathroom to get a good shot of bourbon or something to steady my nerves\n  2495\tand help me really go into action. I pictured myself coming out of the goddam bathroom,\n  2496\tdressed and all, with my automatic in my pocket, and staggering around a little bit. Then\n  2497\tI'd walk downstairs, instead of using the elevator. I'd hold onto the banister and all, with\n  2498\tthis blood trickling out of the side of my mouth a little at a time. What I'd do, I'd walk\n  2499\tdown a few floors--holding onto my guts, blood leaking all over the place-- and then I'd\n  2500\tring the elevator bell. As soon as old Maurice opened the doors, he'd see me with the\n  2501\tautomatic in my hand and he'd start screaming at me, in this very high-pitched, yellow-\n  2502\tbelly voice, to leave him alone. But I'd plug him anyway. Six shots right through his fat\n  2503\thairy belly. Then I'd throw my automatic down the elevator shaft--after I'd wiped off all\n  2504\tthe finger prints and all. Then I'd crawl back to my room and call up Jane and have her\n  2505\tcome over and bandage up my guts. I pictured her holding a cigarette for me to smoke\n  2506\twhile I was bleeding and all.\n  2507\tThe goddam movies. They can ruin you. I'm not kidding.\n\n<!-- [Page 57](arke:01KFYTAC32NP6E7P2GBHQFNB7A) -->\n  2508\tI stayed in the bathroom for about an hour, taking a bath and all. Then I got back\n  2509\tin bed. It took me quite a while to get to sleep--I wasn't even tired--but finally I did. What\n  2510\tI really felt like, though, was committing suicide. I felt like jumping out the window. I\n  2511\tprobably would've done it, too, if I'd been sure somebody'd cover me up as soon as I\n  2512\tlanded. 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