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It is preserved within the [More Classics](arke:01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS) collection, which includes digitized versions of significant literary works, and originates from a file titled *Rye.pdf*.\n\n## Contents\nThe chapter centers on the narrator’s memories of Jane Gallagher, a girl he knew during a summer in Maine. He recalls their close, non-physical relationship—playing tennis, golf, and checkers—and describes her idiosyncrasies with affection, such as her habit of leaving her mouth slightly open and her love of poetry. A pivotal moment occurs when Jane becomes distressed in the presence of her stepfather, Mr. Cudahy, leading to an emotional scene on her porch where the narrator comforts her with a chaste kiss. The memory haunts him as he worries about her current date with his roommate, Stradlater. The chapter ends with the narrator leaving his hotel lobby to visit Ernie’s, a nightclub in Greenwich Village once frequented by his brother D.B. before he moved to Hollywood, which the narrator disapprovingly calls “prostituting himself.”","description_generated_at":"2026-01-27T17:22:13.289Z","description_model":"Qwen/Qwen3-235B-A22B-Instruct-2507","description_title":"Chapter 11","end_line":2017,"extracted_at":"2026-01-27T17:12:16.499Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"11","source_file":"01KFYTG9MG93RTB6YAW34V48XG","start_line":1902,"text":" 1821\t11\n 1822\tAll of a sudden, on my way out to the lobby, I got old Jane Gallagher on the brain\n 1823\tagain. I got her on, and I couldn't get her off. I sat down in this vomity-looking chair in\n 1824\tthe lobby and thought about her and Stradlater sitting in that goddam Ed Banky's car, and\n 1825\tthough I was pretty damn sure old Stradlater hadn't given her the time--I know old Jane\n 1826\tlike a book--I still couldn't get her off my brain. I knew her like a book. I really did. I\n 1827\tmean, besides checkers, she was quite fond of all athletic sports, and after I got to know\n 1828\ther, the whole summer long we played tennis together almost every morning and golf\n 1829\talmost every afternoon. I really got to know her quite intimately. I don't mean it was\n 1830\tanything physical or anything--it wasn't--but we saw each other all the time. You don't\n 1831\talways have to get too sexy to get to know a girl.\n\n\n 1832\tThe way I met her, this Doberman pinscher she had used to come over and relieve\n 1833\thimself on our lawn, and my mother got very irritated about it. She called up Jane's\n 1834\tmother and made a big stink about it. My mother can make a very big stink about that\n 1835\tkind of stuff. Then what happened, a couple of days later I saw Jane laying on her\n 1836\tstomach next to the swimming pool, at the club, and I said hello to her. I knew she lived\n 1837\tin the house next to ours, but I'd never conversed with her before or anything. She gave\n 1838\tme the big freeze when I said hello that day, though. I had a helluva time convincing her\n 1839\tthat I didn't give a good goddam where her dog relieved himself. He could do it in the\n 1840\tliving room, for all I cared. Anyway, after that, Jane and I got to be friends and all. I\n 1841\tplayed golf with her that same afternoon. She lost eight balls, I remember. Eight. I had a\n 1842\tterrible time getting her to at least open her eyes when she took a swing at the ball. I\n 1843\timproved her game immensely, though. I'm a very good golfer. If I told you what I go\n 1844\taround in, you probably wouldn't believe me. I almost was once in a movie short, but I\n 1845\tchanged my mind at the last minute. I figured that anybody that hates the movies as much\n 1846\tas I do, I'd be a phony if I let them stick me in a movie short.\n 1847\tShe was a funny girl, old Jane. I wouldn't exactly describe her as strictly beautiful.\n 1848\tShe knocked me out, though. She was sort of muckle-mouthed. I mean when she was\n 1849\ttalking and she got excited about something, her mouth sort of went in about fifty\n 1850\tdirections, her lips and all. That killed me. And she never really closed it all the way, her\n 1851\tmouth. It was always just a little bit open, especially when she got in her golf stance, or\n 1852\twhen she was reading a book. She was always reading, and she read very good books.\n 1853\tShe read a lot of poetry and all. She was the only one, outside my family, that I ever\n 1854\tshowed Allie's baseball mitt to, with all the poems written on it. She'd never met Allie or\n 1855\tanything, because that was her first summer in Maine--before that, she went to Cape Cod-\n 1856\t-but I told her quite a lot about him. She was interested in that kind of stuff.\n 1857\tMy mother didn't like her too much. I mean my mother always thought Jane and\n 1858\ther mother were sort of snubbing her or something when they didn't say hello. My\n 1859\tmother saw them in the village a lot, because Jane used to drive to market with her\n 1860\tmother in this LaSalle convertible they had. My mother didn't think Jane was pretty,\n 1861\teven. I did, though. I just liked the way she looked, that's all.\n 1862\tI remember this one afternoon. It was the only time old Jane and I ever got close\n 1863\tto necking, even. It was a Saturday and it was raining like a bastard out, and I was over at\n 1864\ther house, on the porch--they had this big screened-in porch. We were playing checkers. I\n 1865\tused to kid her once in a while because she wouldn't take her kings out of the back row.\n 1866\tBut I didn't kid her much, though. You never wanted to kid Jane too much. I think I really\n 1867\tlike it best when you can kid the pants off a girl when the opportunity arises, but it's a\n 1868\tfunny thing. The girls I like best are the ones I never feel much like kidding. Sometimes I\n 1869\tthink they'd like it if you kidded them--in fact, I know they would--but it's hard to get\n 1870\tstarted, once you've known them a pretty long time and never kidded them. Anyway, I\n 1871\twas telling you about that afternoon Jane and I came close to necking. It was raining like\n 1872\thell and we were out on her porch, and all of a sudden this booze hound her mother was\n 1873\tmarried to came out on the porch and asked Jane if there were any cigarettes in the house.\n 1874\tI didn't know him too well or anything, but he looked like the kind of guy that wouldn't\n 1875\ttalk to you much unless he wanted something off you. He had a lousy personality.\n 1876\tAnyway, old Jane wouldn't answer him when he asked her if she knew where there was\n 1877\tany cigarettes. So the guy asked her again, but she still wouldn't answer him. She didn't\n\n\n 1878\teven look up from the game. Finally the guy went inside the house. When he did, I asked\n 1879\tJane what the hell was going on. She wouldn't even answer me, then. She made out like\n 1880\tshe was concentrating on her next move in the game and all. Then all of a sudden, this\n 1881\ttear plopped down on the checkerboard. On one of the red squares--boy, I can still see it.\n 1882\tShe just rubbed it into the board with her finger. I don't know why, but it bothered hell\n 1883\tout of me. So what I did was, I went over and made her move over on the glider so that I\n 1884\tcould sit down next to her--I practically sat down in her lap, as a matter of fact. Then she\n 1885\treally started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her all over--anywhere--her\n 1886\teyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows and all, her ears--her whole face except her\n 1887\tmouth and all. She sort of wouldn't let me get to her mouth. Anyway, it was the closest\n 1888\twe ever got to necking. After a while, she got up and went in and put on this red and\n 1889\twhite sweater she had, that knocked me out, and we went to a goddam movie. I asked\n 1890\ther, on the way, if Mr. Cudahy--that was the booze hound's name--had ever tried to get\n 1891\twise with her. She was pretty young, but she had this terrific figure, and I wouldn't've put\n 1892\tit past that Cudahy bastard. She said no, though. I never did find out what the hell was the\n 1893\tmatter. Some girls you practically never find out what's the matter.\n 1894\tI don't want you to get the idea she was a goddam icicle or something, just\n 1895\tbecause we never necked or horsed around much. She wasn't. I held hands with her all\n 1896\tthe time, for instance. That doesn't sound like much, I realize, but she was terrific to hold\n 1897\thands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or\n 1898\telse they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid\n 1899\tthey'd bore you or something. Jane was different. We'd get into a goddam movie or\n 1900\tsomething, and right away we'd start holding hands, and we wouldn't quit till the movie\n 1901\twas over. And without changing the position or making a big deal out of it. You never\n 1902\teven worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you\n 1903\twere happy. You really were.\n 1904\tOne other thing I just thought of. One time, in this movie, Jane did something that\n 1905\tjust about knocked me out. The newsreel was on or something, and all of a sudden I felt\n 1906\tthis hand on the back of my neck, and it was Jane's. It was a funny thing to do. I mean\n 1907\tshe was quite young and all, and most girls if you see them putting their hand on the back\n 1908\tof somebody's neck, they're around twenty-five or thirty and usually they're doing it to\n 1909\ttheir husband or their little kid--I do it to my kid sister Phoebe once in a while, for\n 1910\tinstance. But if a girl's quite young and all and she does it, it's so pretty it just about kills\n 1911\tyou.\n 1912\tAnyway, that's what I was thinking about while I sat in that vomity-looking chair\n 1913\tin the lobby. Old Jane. Every time I got to the part about her out with Stradlater in that\n 1914\tdamn Ed Banky's car, it almost drove me crazy. I knew she wouldn't let him get to first\n 1915\tbase with her, but it drove me crazy anyway. I don't even like to talk about it, if you want\n 1916\tto know the truth.\n 1917\tThere was hardly anybody in the lobby any more. Even all the whory-looking\n 1918\tblondes weren't around any more, and all of a sudden I felt like getting the hell out of the\n 1919\tplace. It was too depressing. And I wasn't tired or anything. So I went up to my room and\n 1920\tput on my coat. I also took a look out the window to see if all the perverts were still in\n 1921\taction, but the lights and all were out now. I went down in the elevator again and got a\n 1922\tcab and told the driver to take me down to Ernie's. Ernie's is this night club in Greenwich\n 1923\tVillage that my brother D.B. used to go to quite frequently before he went out to\n\n\n 1924\tHollywood and prostituted himself. He used to take me with him once in a while. Ernie's\n 1925\ta big fat colored guy that plays the piano. He's a terrific snob and he won't hardly even\n 1926\ttalk to you unless you're a big shot or a celebrity or something, but he can really play the\n 1927\tpiano. He's so good he's almost corny, in fact. I don't exactly know what I mean by that,\n 1928\tbut I mean it. I certainly like to hear him play, but sometimes you feel like turning his\n 1929\tgoddam piano over. I think it's because sometimes when he plays, he sounds like the kind\n 1930\tof guy that won't talk to you unless you're a big shot.","title":"11"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS","peer_label":"More Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG0772KB38A9M85GSWKWGB5S","peer_label":"Chunk 1","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"contains"},{"peer":"01KG0772KEDCENVT4EFEX87NDE","peer_label":"Chunk 2","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"contains"},{"peer":"01KG077M175P3CJDZJJZV8615W","peer_label":"Chunk 3","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"contains"},{"peer":"01KG0772M01TG2AZACHZJ0MF8Q","peer_label":"Chunk 4","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"contains"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-27T17:12:17.599Z","ts":"2026-01-27T17:22:13.683Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF5C36SQEVDHC9CBNZZJH9K"}}