{"id":"01KG072JK9JYJXQ6SAQ846BAXY","cid":"bafkreifivx4crmg3r6rl7a7rapi6mhczyb2zd3xwsikljr764yfg4nc55y","type":"chapter","properties":{"description":"# Chapter 15\n\n## Overview\nThis entity is Chapter 15 of a literary work, presented as a continuous narrative text spanning lines 2626 to 2840 of the source document. It is part of the larger work [Rye.pdf](arke:01KFYRMP38MZY7WVH2Q0JN0CWH), archived within the [More Classics](arke:01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS) collection. The chapter captures a single day in the life of the protagonist, Holden Caulfield, following his departure from Pencey Prep, and is narrated in his distinctive first-person voice.\n\n## Context\nThe chapter is situated within the broader narrative arc of Holden’s journey through New York City after being expelled from school. It follows his uneasy stay at a Manhattan hotel and reflects his attempts to stave off loneliness by reconnecting with acquaintances. The narrative reveals Holden’s internal conflicts—his desire for human connection contrasted with his deep cynicism and sensitivity to social pretense. His interactions are filtered through a lens of adolescent alienation, moral judgment, and self-awareness tinged with irony.\n\n## Contents\nThe chapter begins with Holden waking early and deciding to call Sally Hayes, a girl he finds attractive but phony, to attend a matinee. Their phone conversation highlights his discomfort with her superficiality, particularly her use of the word “grand.” After arranging the date, Holden checks out of the hotel, avoids the elevator operator Maurice, and goes to Grand Central Station to store his luggage. While eating breakfast, he meets two nuns and engages in a thoughtful conversation about literature, particularly *Romeo and Juliet* and *The Return of the Native*. He reflects on his dislike of Romeo and his admiration for Mercutio, revealing his sensitivity to injustice and wasted potential. He gives the nuns ten dollars, later regretting it due to financial concerns. The encounter prompts broader reflections on class, authenticity, and the awkwardness of religious identity, as Holden recalls being subtly questioned about his Catholicism by peers. The chapter closes with Holden’s embarrassment after accidentally blowing cigarette smoke in the nuns’ faces and his rueful meditation on money and its emotional toll.","description_generated_at":"2026-01-27T17:22:15.233Z","description_model":"Qwen/Qwen3-235B-A22B-Instruct-2507","description_title":"Chapter 15","end_line":2840,"extracted_at":"2026-01-27T17:12:16.504Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"15","source_file":"01KFYTG9MG93RTB6YAW34V48XG","start_line":2626,"text":" 2513\t15\n 2514\tI didn't sleep too long, because I think it was only around ten o'clock when I woke\n 2515\tup. I felt pretty hungry as soon as I had a cigarette. The last time I'd eaten was those two\n 2516\thamburgers I had with Brossard and Ackley when we went in to Agerstown to the\n 2517\tmovies. That was a long time ago. It seemed like fifty years ago. The phone was right\n 2518\tnext to me, and I started to call down and have them send up some breakfast, but I was\n 2519\tsort of afraid they might send it up with old Maurice. If you think I was dying to see him\n 2520\tagain, you're crazy. So I just laid around in bed for a while and smoked another cigarette.\n 2521\tI thought of giving old Jane a buzz, to see if she was home yet and all, but I wasn't in the\n 2522\tmood.\n 2523\tWhat I did do, I gave old Sally Hayes a buzz. She went to Mary A. Woodruff, and\n 2524\tI knew she was home because I'd had this letter from her a couple of weeks ago. I wasn't\n 2525\ttoo crazy about her, but I'd known her for years. I used to think she was quite intelligent,\n 2526\tin my stupidity. The reason I did was because she knew quite a lot about the theater and\n 2527\tplays and literature and all that stuff. If somebody knows quite a lot about those things, it\n 2528\ttakes you quite a while to find out whether they're really stupid or not. It took me years to\n 2529\tfind it out, in old Sally's case. I think I'd have found it out a lot sooner if we hadn't necked\n 2530\tso damn much. My big trouble is, I always sort of think whoever I'm necking is a pretty\n 2531\tintelligent person. It hasn't got a goddam thing to do with it, but I keep thinking it\n 2532\tanyway.\n 2533\tAnyway, I gave her a buzz. First the maid answered. Then her father. Then she\n 2534\tgot on. \"Sally?\" I said.\n 2535\t\"Yes--who is this?\" she said. She was quite a little phony. I'd already told her\n 2536\tfather who it was.\n 2537\t\"Holden Caulfield. How are ya?\"\n 2538\t\"Holden! I'm fine! How are you?\"\n 2539\t\"Swell. Listen. How are ya, anyway? I mean how's school?\"\n 2540\t\"Fine,\" she said. \"I mean--you know.\"\n 2541\t\"Swell. Well, listen. I was wondering if you were busy today. It's Sunday, but\n 2542\tthere's always one or two matinees going on Sunday. Benefits and that stuff. Would you\n 2543\tcare to go?\"\n 2544\t\"I'd love to. Grand.\"\n 2545\tGrand. If there's one word I hate, it's grand. It's so phony. For a second, I was\n 2546\ttempted to tell her to forget about the matinee. But we chewed the fat for a while. That is,\n 2547\tshe chewed it. You couldn't get a word in edgewise. First she told me about some\n 2548\tHarvard guy-- it probably was a freshman, but she didn't say, naturally--that was rushing\n 2549\thell out of her. Calling her up night and day. Night and day--that killed me. Then she told\n 2550\tme about some other guy, some West Point cadet, that was cutting his throat over her too.\n\n\n 2551\tBig deal. I told her to meet me under the clock at the Biltmore at two o'clock, and not to\n 2552\tbe late, because the show probably started at two-thirty. She was always late. Then I hung\n 2553\tup. She gave me a pain in the ass, but she was very good-looking.\n 2554\tAfter I made the date with old Sally, I got out of bed and got dressed and packed\n 2555\tmy bag. I took a look out the window before I left the room, though, to see how all the\n 2556\tperverts were doing, but they all had their shades down. They were the heighth of\n 2557\tmodesty in the morning. Then I went down in the elevator and checked out. I didn't see\n 2558\told Maurice around anywhere. I didn't break my neck looking for him, naturally, the\n 2559\tbastard.\n 2560\tI got a cab outside the hotel, but I didn't have the faintest damn idea where I was\n 2561\tgoing. I had no place to go. It was only Sunday, and I couldn't go home till Wednesday--\n 2562\tor Tuesday the soonest. And I certainly didn't feel like going to another hotel and getting\n 2563\tmy brains beat out. So what I did, I told the driver to take me to Grand Central Station. It\n 2564\twas right near the Biltmore, where I was meeting Sally later, and I figured what I'd do, I'd\n 2565\tcheck my bags in one of those strong boxes that they give you a key to, then get some\n 2566\tbreakfast. I was sort of hungry. While I was in the cab, I took out my wallet and sort of\n 2567\tcounted my money. I don't remember exactly what I had left, but it was no fortune or\n 2568\tanything. I'd spent a king's ransom in about two lousy weeks. I really had. I'm a goddam\n 2569\tspendthrift at heart. What I don't spend, I lose. Half the time I sort of even forget to pick\n 2570\tup my change, at restaurants and night clubs and all. It drives my parents crazy. You can't\n 2571\tblame them. My father's quite wealthy, though. I don't know how much he makes--he's\n 2572\tnever discussed that stuff with me--but I imagine quite a lot. He's a corporation lawyer.\n 2573\tThose boys really haul it in. Another reason I know he's quite well off, he's always\n 2574\tinvesting money in shows on Broadway. They always flop, though, and it drives my\n 2575\tmother crazy when he does it. She hasn't felt too healthy since my brother Allie died.\n 2576\tShe's very nervous. That's another reason why I hated like hell for her to know I got the\n 2577\tax again.\n 2578\tAfter I put my bags in one of those strong boxes at the station, I went into this\n 2579\tlittle sandwich bar and bad breakfast. I had quite a large breakfast, for me--orange juice,\n 2580\tbacon and eggs, toast and coffee. Usually I just drink some orange juice. I'm a very light\n 2581\teater. I really am. That's why I'm so damn skinny. I was supposed to be on this diet where\n 2582\tyou eat a lot of starches and crap, to gain weight and all, but I didn't ever do it. When I'm\n 2583\tout somewhere, I generally just eat a Swiss cheese sandwich and a malted milk. It isn't\n 2584\tmuch, but you get quite a lot of vitamins in the malted milk. H. V. Caulfield. Holden\n 2585\tVitamin Caulfield.\n 2586\tWhile I was eating my eggs, these two nuns with suitcases and all--I guessed they\n 2587\twere moving to another convent or something and were waiting for a train--came in and\n 2588\tsat down next to me at the counter. They didn't seem to know what the hell to do with\n 2589\ttheir suitcases, so I gave them a hand. They were these very inexpensive-looking\n 2590\tsuitcases--the ones that aren't genuine leather or anything. It isn't important, I know, but I\n 2591\thate it when somebody has cheap suitcases. It sounds terrible to say it, but I can even get\n 2592\tto hate somebody, just looking at them, if they have cheap suitcases with them.\n 2593\tSomething happened once. For a while when I was at Elkton Hills, I roomed with this\n 2594\tboy, Dick Slagle, that had these very inexpensive suitcases. He used to keep them under\n 2595\tthe bed, instead of on the rack, so that nobody'd see them standing next to mine. It\n 2596\tdepressed holy hell out of me, and I kept wanting to throw mine out or something, or\n\n\n 2597\teven trade with him. Mine came from Mark Cross, and they were genuine cowhide and\n 2598\tall that crap, and I guess they cost quite a pretty penny. But it was a funny thing. Here's\n 2599\twhat happened. What I did, I finally put my suitcases under my bed, instead of on the\n 2600\track, so that old Slagle wouldn't get a goddam inferiority complex about it. But here's\n 2601\twhat he did. The day after I put mine under my bed, he took them out and put them back\n 2602\ton the rack. The reason he did it, it took me a while to find out, was because he wanted\n 2603\tpeople to think my bags were his. He really did. He was a very funny guy, that way. He\n 2604\twas always saying snotty things about them, my suitcases, for instance. He kept saying\n 2605\tthey were too new and bourgeois. That was his favorite goddam word. He read it\n 2606\tsomewhere or heard it somewhere. Everything I had was bourgeois as hell. Even my\n 2607\tfountain pen was bourgeois. He borrowed it off me all the time, but it was bourgeois\n 2608\tanyway. We only roomed together about two months. Then we both asked to be moved.\n 2609\tAnd the funny thing was, I sort of missed him after we moved, because he had a helluva\n 2610\tgood sense of humor and we had a lot of fun sometimes. I wouldn't be surprised if he\n 2611\tmissed me, too. At first he only used to be kidding when he called my stuff bourgeois,\n 2612\tand I didn't give a damn--it was sort of funny, in fact. Then, after a while, you could tell\n 2613\the wasn't kidding any more. The thing is, it's really hard to be roommates with people if\n 2614\tyour suitcases are much better than theirs--if yours are really good ones and theirs aren't.\n 2615\tYou think if they're intelligent and all, the other person, and have a good sense of humor,\n 2616\tthat they don't give a damn whose suitcases are better, but they do. They really do. It's\n 2617\tone of the reasons why I roomed with a stupid bastard like Stradlater. At least his\n 2618\tsuitcases were as good as mine.\n 2619\tAnyway, these two nuns were sitting next to me, and we sort of struck up a\n 2620\tconversation. The one right next to me had one of those straw baskets that you see nuns\n 2621\tand Salvation Army babes collecting dough with around Christmas time. You see them\n 2622\tstanding on corners, especially on Fifth Avenue, in front of the big department stores and\n 2623\tall. Anyway, the one next to me dropped hers on the floor and I reached down and picked\n 2624\tit up for her. I asked her if she was out collecting money for charity and all. She said no.\n 2625\tShe said she couldn't get it in her suitcase when she was packing it and she was just\n 2626\tcarrying it. She had a pretty nice smile when she looked at you. She had a big nose, and\n 2627\tshe had on those glasses with sort of iron rims that aren't too attractive, but she had a\n 2628\thelluva kind face. \"I thought if you were taking up a collection,\" I told her, \"I could make\n 2629\ta small contribution. You could keep the money for when you do take up a collection.\"\n 2630\t\"Oh, how very kind of you,\" she said, and the other one, her friend, looked over at\n 2631\tme. The other one was reading a little black book while she drank her coffee. It looked\n 2632\tlike a Bible, but it was too skinny. It was a Bible-type book, though. All the two of them\n 2633\twere eating for breakfast was toast and coffee. That depressed me. I hate it if I'm eating\n 2634\tbacon and eggs or something and somebody else is only eating toast and coffee.\n 2635\tThey let me give them ten bucks as a contribution. They kept asking me if I was\n 2636\tsure I could afford it and all. I told them I had quite a bit of money with me, but they\n 2637\tdidn't seem to believe me. They took it, though, finally. The both of them kept thanking\n 2638\tme so much it was embarrassing. I swung the conversation around to general topics and\n 2639\tasked them where they were going. They said they were schoolteachers and that they'd\n 2640\tjust come from Chicago and that they were going to start teaching at some convent on\n 2641\t168th Street or 186th Street or one of those streets way the hell uptown. The one next to\n 2642\tme, with the iron glasses, said she taught English and her friend taught history and\n\n\n 2643\tAmerican government. Then I started wondering like a bastard what the one sitting next\n 2644\tto me, that taught English, thought about, being a nun and all, when she read certain\n 2645\tbooks for English. Books not necessarily with a lot of sexy stuff in them, but books with\n 2646\tlovers and all in them. Take old Eustacia Vye, in The Return of the Native by Thomas\n 2647\tHardy. She wasn't too sexy or anything, but even so you can't help wondering what a nun\n 2648\tmaybe thinks about when she reads about old Eustacia. I didn't say anything, though,\n 2649\tnaturally. All I said was English was my best subject.\n 2650\t\"Oh, really? Oh, I'm so glad!\" the one with the glasses, that taught English, said.\n 2651\t\"What have you read this year? I'd be very interested to know.\" She was really nice.\n 2652\t\"Well, most of the time we were on the Anglo-Saxons. Beowulf, and old Grendel,\n 2653\tand Lord Randal My Son, and all those things. But we had to read outside books for extra\n 2654\tcredit once in a while. I read The Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy, and Romeo and\n 2655\tJuliet and Julius--\"\n 2656\t\"Oh, Romeo and Juliet! Lovely! Didn't you just love it?\" She certainly didn't\n 2657\tsound much like a nun.\n 2658\t\"Yes. I did. I liked it a lot. There were a few things I didn't like about it, but it was\n 2659\tquite moving, on the whole.\"\n 2660\t\"What didn't you like about it? Can you remember?\" To tell you the truth, it was\n 2661\tsort of embarrassing, in a way, to be talking about Romeo and Juliet with her. I mean that\n 2662\tplay gets pretty sexy in some parts, and she was a nun and all, but she asked me, so I\n 2663\tdiscussed it with her for a while. \"Well, I'm not too crazy about Romeo and Juliet,\" I said.\n 2664\t\"I mean I like them, but--I don't know. They get pretty annoying sometimes. I mean I felt\n 2665\tmuch sorrier when old Mercutio got killed than when Romeo and Juliet did. The think is,\n 2666\tI never liked Romeo too much after Mercutio gets stabbed by that other man--Juliet's\n 2667\tcousin--what's his name?\"\n 2668\t\"Tybalt.\"\n 2669\t\"That's right. Tybalt,\" I said--I always forget that guy's name. \"It was Romeo's\n 2670\tfault. I mean I liked him the best in the play, old Mercutio. I don't know. All those\n 2671\tMontagues and Capulets, they're all right--especially Juliet--but Mercutio, he was--it's\n 2672\thard to explain. He was very smart and entertaining and all. The thing is, it drives me\n 2673\tcrazy if somebody gets killed-- especially somebody very smart and entertaining and all--\n 2674\tand it's somebody else's fault. Romeo and Juliet, at least it was their own fault.\"\n 2675\t\"What school do you go to?\" she asked me. She probably wanted to get off the\n 2676\tsubject of Romeo and Juliet.\n 2677\tI told her Pencey, and she'd heard of it. She said it was a very good school. I let it\n 2678\tpass, though. Then the other one, the one that taught history and government, said they'd\n 2679\tbetter be running along. I took their check off them, but they wouldn't let me pay it. The\n 2680\tone with the glasses made me give it back to her.\n 2681\t\"You've been more than generous,\" she said. \"You're a very sweet boy.\" She\n 2682\tcertainly was nice. She reminded me a little bit of old Ernest Morrow's mother, the one I\n 2683\tmet on the train. When she smiled, mostly. \"We've enjoyed talking to you so much,\" she\n 2684\tsaid.\n 2685\tI said I'd enjoyed talking to them a lot, too. I meant it, too. I'd have enjoyed it\n 2686\teven more though, I think, if I hadn't been sort of afraid, the whole time I was talking to\n 2687\tthem, that they'd all of a sudden try to find out if I was a Catholic. Catholics are always\n 2688\ttrying to find out if you're a Catholic. It happens to me a lot, I know, partly because my\n\n\n 2689\tlast name is Irish, and most people of Irish descent are Catholics. As a matter of fact, my\n 2690\tfather was a Catholic once. He quit, though, when he married my mother. But Catholics\n 2691\tare always trying to find out if you're a Catholic even if they don't know your last name. I\n 2692\tknew this one Catholic boy, Louis Shaney, when I was at the Whooton School. He was\n 2693\tthe first boy I ever met there. He and I were sitting in the first two chairs outside the\n 2694\tgoddam infirmary, the day school opened, waiting for our physicals, and we sort of\n 2695\tstruck up this conversation about tennis. He was quite interested in tennis, and so was I.\n 2696\tHe told me he went to the Nationals at Forest Hills every summer, and I told him I did\n 2697\ttoo, and then we talked about certain hot-shot tennis players for quite a while. He knew\n 2698\tquite a lot about tennis, for a kid his age. He really did. Then, after a while, right in the\n 2699\tmiddle of the goddam conversation, he asked me, \"Did you happen to notice where the\n 2700\tCatholic church is in town, by any chance?\" The thing was, you could tell by the way he\n 2701\tasked me that he was trying to find out if I was a Catholic. He really was. Not that he was\n 2702\tprejudiced or anything, but he just wanted to know. He was enjoying the conversation\n 2703\tabout tennis and all, but you could tell he would've enjoyed it more if I was a Catholic\n 2704\tand all. That kind of stuff drives me crazy. I'm not saying it ruined our conversation or\n 2705\tanything--it didn't--but it sure as hell didn't do it any good. That's why I was glad those\n 2706\ttwo nuns didn't ask me if I was a Catholic. It wouldn't have spoiled the conversation if\n 2707\tthey had, but it would've been different, probably. I'm not saying I blame Catholics. I\n 2708\tdon't. I'd be the same way, probably, if I was a Catholic. It's just like those suitcases I was\n 2709\ttelling you about, in a way. All I'm saying is that it's no good for a nice conversation.\n 2710\tThat's all I'm saying.\n 2711\tWhen they got up to go, the two nuns, I did something very stupid and\n 2712\tembarrassing. I was smoking a cigarette, and when I stood up to say good-by to them, by\n 2713\tmistake I blew some smoke in their face. I didn't mean to, but I did it. I apologized like a\n 2714\tmadman, and they were very polite and nice about it, but it was very embarrassing\n 2715\tanyway.\n 2716\tAfter they left, I started getting sorry that I'd only given them ten bucks for their\n 2717\tcollection. But the thing was, I'd made that date to go to a matinee with old Sally Hayes,\n 2718\tand I needed to keep some dough for the tickets and stuff. I was sorry anyway, though.\n 2719\tGoddam money. 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