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It takes place during an evening meeting at the Wicker Bar in the Seton Hotel, a setting Holden describes as pretentious and filled with \"phonies.\" The narrative centers on Holden’s conversation with Mr. Luce, who was his student adviser at Whooton School. Luce, now attending Columbia University, is portrayed as intellectually aloof and emotionally distant, embodying the kind of adult sophistication Holden both mocks and seeks to understand.\n\n## Contents\nThe chapter details Holden’s critical observations of the bar’s atmosphere and patrons, including a flamboyant piano act and a bartender he considers snobbish. His interaction with Luce focuses on themes of sexuality, maturity, and emotional authenticity. Luce, who once gave sex education talks at Whooton, now dismisses Holden’s personal questions as immature. Holden expresses insecurity about his own emotional and sexual development, confessing his inability to engage intimately with someone he does not deeply care for. The conversation turns to psychoanalysis—Luce’s father is a psychoanalyst—and Holden tentatively considers seeking therapy. The chapter ends with Luce abruptly leaving for a date, underscoring the emotional disconnect between the two characters. Throughout, Holden’s voice blends cynicism, loneliness, and a yearning for genuine human connection.","description_generated_at":"2026-01-27T17:22:14.136Z","description_model":"Qwen/Qwen3-235B-A22B-Instruct-2507","description_title":"Chapter 19","end_line":3725,"extracted_at":"2026-01-27T17:12:16.507Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"19","source_file":"01KFYTG9MG93RTB6YAW34V48XG","start_line":3528,"text":" 3377\t19\n 3378\tIn case you don't live in New York, the Wicker Bar is in this sort of swanky hotel,\n 3379\tthe Seton Hotel. I used to go there quite a lot, but I don't any more. I gradually cut it out.\n 3380\tIt's one of those places that are supposed to be very sophisticated and all, and the phonies\n 3381\tare coming in the window. They used to have these two French babes, Tina and Janine,\n 3382\tcome out and play the piano and sing about three times every night. One of them played\n 3383\tthe piano--strictly lousy--and the other one sang, and most of the songs were either pretty\n 3384\tdirty or in French. The one that sang, old Janine, was always whispering into the goddam\n 3385\tmicrophone before she sang. She'd say, \"And now we like to geeve you our impression of\n 3386\tVooly Voo Fransay. Eet ees the story of a leetle Fransh girl who comes to a beeg ceety,\n 3387\tjust like New York, and falls een love wees a leetle boy from Brookleen. We hope you\n 3388\tlike eet.\" Then, when she was all done whispering and being cute as hell, she'd sing some\n 3389\tdopey song, half in English and half in French, and drive all the phonies in the place mad\n 3390\twith joy. If you sat around there long enough and heard all the phonies applauding and\n 3391\tall, you got to hate everybody in the world, I swear you did. The bartender was a louse,\n 3392\ttoo. He was a big snob. He didn't talk to you at all hardly unless you were a big shot or a\n 3393\tcelebrity or something. If you were a big shot or a celebrity or something, then he was\n 3394\teven more nauseating. He'd go up to you and say, with this big charming smile, like he\n 3395\twas a helluva swell guy if you knew him, \"Well! How's Connecticut?\" or \"How's\n 3396\tFlorida?\" It was a terrible place, I'm not kidding. I cut out going there entirely, gradually.\n 3397\tIt was pretty early when I got there. I sat down at the bar--it was pretty crowded--\n 3398\tand had a couple of Scotch and sodas before old Luce even showed up. I stood up when I\n 3399\tordered them so they could see how tall I was and all and not think I was a goddam\n 3400\tminor. Then I watched the phonies for a while. Some guy next to me was snowing hell\n 3401\tout of the babe he was with. He kept telling her she had aristocratic hands. That killed\n 3402\tme. The other end of the bar was full of flits. They weren't too flitty-looking--I mean they\n 3403\tdidn't have their hair too long or anything--but you could tell they were flits anyway.\n 3404\tFinally old Luce showed up.\n 3405\tOld Luce. What a guy. He was supposed to be my Student Adviser when I was at\n 3406\tWhooton. The only thing he ever did, though, was give these sex talks and all, late at\n 3407\tnight when there was a bunch of guys in his room. He knew quite a bit about sex,\n 3408\tespecially perverts and all. He was always telling us about a lot of creepy guys that go\n 3409\taround having affairs with sheep, and guys that go around with girls' pants sewed in the\n 3410\tlining of their hats and all. And flits and Lesbians. Old Luce knew who every flit and\n 3411\tLesbian in the United States was. All you had to do was mention somebody--anybody--\n 3412\tand old Luce'd tell you if he was a flit or not. Sometimes it was hard to believe, the\n\n\n 3413\tpeople he said were flits and Lesbians and all, movie actors and like that. Some of the\n 3414\tones he said were flits were even married, for God's sake. You'd keep saying to him,\n 3415\t\"You mean Joe Blow's a flit? Joe Blow? That big, tough guy that plays gangsters and\n 3416\tcowboys all the time?\" Old Luce'd say, \"Certainly.\" He was always saying \"Certainly.\"\n 3417\tHe said it didn't matter if a guy was married or not. He said half the married guys in the\n 3418\tworld were flits and didn't even know it. He said you could turn into one practically\n 3419\tovernight, if you had all the traits and all. He used to scare the hell out of us. I kept\n 3420\twaiting to turn into a flit or something. The funny thing about old Luce, I used to think he\n 3421\twas sort of flitty himself, in a way. He was always saying, \"Try this for size,\" and then\n 3422\the'd goose the hell out of you while you were going down the corridor. And whenever he\n 3423\twent to the can, he always left the goddam door open and talked to you while you were\n 3424\tbrushing your teeth or something. That stuff's sort of flitty. It really is. I've known quite a\n 3425\tfew real flits, at schools and all, and they're always doing stuff like that, and that's why I\n 3426\talways had my doubts about old Luce. He was a pretty intelligent guy, though. He really\n 3427\twas.\n 3428\tHe never said hello or anything when he met you. The first thing he said when he\n 3429\tsat down was that he could only stay a couple of minutes. He said he had a date. Then he\n 3430\tordered a dry Martini. He told the bartender to make it very dry, and no olive.\n 3431\t\"Hey, I got a flit for you,\" I told him. \"At the end of the bar. Don't look now. I\n 3432\tbeen saving him for ya.\"\n 3433\t\"Very funny,\" he said. \"Same old Caulfield. When are you going to grow up?\"\n 3434\tI bored him a lot. I really did. He amused me, though. He was one of those guys\n 3435\tthat sort of amuse me a lot.\n 3436\t\"How's your sex life?\" I asked him. He hated you to ask him stuff like that.\n 3437\t\"Relax,\" he said. \"Just sit back and relax, for Chrissake.\"\n 3438\t\"I'm relaxed,\" I said. \"How's Columbia? Ya like it?\"\n 3439\t\"Certainly I like it. If I didn't like it I wouldn't have gone there,\" he said. He could\n 3440\tbe pretty boring himself sometimes.\n 3441\t\"What're you majoring in?\" I asked him. \"Perverts?\" I was only horsing around.\n 3442\t\"What're you trying to be--funny?\"\n 3443\t\"No. I'm only kidding,\" I said. \"Listen, hey, Luce. You're one of these intellectual\n 3444\tguys. I need your advice. I'm in a terrific--\"\n 3445\tHe let out this big groan on me. \"Listen, Caulfield. If you want to sit here and\n 3446\thave a quiet, peaceful drink and a quiet, peaceful conver--\"\n 3447\t\"All right, all right,\" I said. \"Relax.\" You could tell he didn't feel like discussing\n 3448\tanything serious with me. That's the trouble with these intellectual guys. They never want\n 3449\tto discuss anything serious unless they feel like it. So all I did was, I started discussing\n 3450\ttopics in general with him. \"No kidding, how's your sex life?\" I asked him. \"You still\n 3451\tgoing around with that same babe you used to at Whooton? The one with the terrffic--\"\n 3452\t\"Good God, no,\" he said.\n 3453\t\"How come? What happened to her?\"\n 3454\t\"I haven't the faintest idea. For all I know, since you ask, she's probably the\n 3455\tWhore of New Hampshire by this time.\"\n 3456\t\"That isn't nice. If she was decent enough to let you get sexy with her all the time,\n 3457\tyou at least shouldn't talk about her that way.\"\n\n\n 3458\t\"Oh, God!\" old Luce said. \"Is this going to be a typical Caulfield conversation? I\n 3459\twant to know right now.\"\n 3460\t\"No,\" I said, \"but it isn't nice anyway. If she was decent and nice enough to let\n 3461\tyou--\"\n 3462\t\"Must we pursue this horrible trend of thought?\"\n 3463\tI didn't say anything. I was sort of afraid he'd get up and leave on me if I didn't\n 3464\tshut up. So all I did was, I ordered another drink. I felt like getting stinking drunk.\n 3465\t\"Who're you going around with now?\" I asked him. \"You feel like telling me?\"\n 3466\t\"Nobody you know.\"\n 3467\t\"Yeah, but who? I might know her.\"\n 3468\t\"Girl lives in the Village. Sculptress. If you must know.\"\n 3469\t\"Yeah? No kidding? How old is she?\"\n 3470\t\"I've never asked her, for God's sake.\"\n 3471\t\"Well, around how old?\"\n 3472\t\"I should imagine she's in her late thirties,\" old Luce said.\n 3473\t\"In her late thirties? Yeah? You like that?\" I asked him. \"You like 'em that old?\"\n 3474\tThe reason I was asking was because he really knew quite a bit about sex and all. He was\n 3475\tone of the few guys I knew that did. He lost his virginity when he was only fourteen, in\n 3476\tNantucket. He really did.\n 3477\t\"I like a mature person, if that's what you mean. Certainly.\"\n 3478\t\"You do? Why? No kidding, they better for sex and all?\"\n 3479\t\"Listen. Let's get one thing straight. I refuse to answer any typical Caulfield\n 3480\tquestions tonight. When in hell are you going to grow up?\"\n 3481\tI didn't say anything for a while. I let it drop for a while. Then old Luce ordered\n 3482\tanother Martini and told the bartender to make it a lot dryer.\n 3483\t\"Listen. How long you been going around with her, this sculpture babe?\" I asked\n 3484\thim. I was really interested. \"Did you know her when you were at Whooton?\"\n 3485\t\"Hardly. She just arrived in this country a few months ago.\"\n 3486\t\"She did? Where's she from?\"\n 3487\t\"She happens to be from Shanghai.\"\n 3488\t\"No kidding! She Chinese, for Chrissake?\"\n 3489\t\"Obviously.\"\n 3490\t\"No kidding! Do you like that? Her being Chinese?\"\n 3491\t\"Obviously.\"\n 3492\t\"Why? I'd be interested to know--I really would.\"\n 3493\t\"I simply happen to find Eastern philosophy more satisfactory than Western.\n 3494\tSince you ask.\"\n 3495\t\"You do? Wuddaya mean 'philosophy'? Ya mean sex and all? You mean it's better\n 3496\tin China? That what you mean?\"\n 3497\t\"Not necessarily in China, for God's sake. The East I said. Must we go on with\n 3498\tthis inane conversation?\"\n 3499\t\"Listen, I'm serious,\" I said. \"No kidding. Why's it better in the East?\"\n 3500\t\"It's too involved to go into, for God's sake,\" old Luce said. \"They simply happen\n 3501\tto regard sex as both a physical and a spiritual experience. If you think I'm--\"\n\n\n 3502\t\"So do I! So do I regard it as a wuddayacallit--a physical and spiritual experience\n 3503\tand all. I really do. But it depends on who the hell I'm doing it with. If I'm doing it with\n 3504\tsomebody I don't even--\"\n 3505\t\"Not so loud, for God's sake, Caulfield. If you can't manage to keep your voice\n 3506\tdown, let's drop the whole--\"\n 3507\t\"All right, but listen,\" I said. I was getting excited and I was talking a little too\n 3508\tloud. Sometimes I talk a little loud when I get excited. \"This is what I mean, though,\" I\n 3509\tsaid. \"I know it's supposed to be physical and spiritual, and artistic and all. But what I\n 3510\tmean is, you can't do it with everybody--every girl you neck with and all--and make it\n 3511\tcome out that way. Can you?\"\n 3512\t\"Let's drop it,\" old Luce said. \"Do you mind?\"\n 3513\t\"All right, but listen. Take you and this Chinese babe. What's so good about you\n 3514\ttwo?\"\n 3515\t\"Drop it, I said.\"\n 3516\tI was getting a little too personal. I realize that. But that was one of the annoying\n 3517\tthings about Luce. When we were at Whooton, he'd make you describe the most personal\n 3518\tstuff that happened to you, but if you started asking him questions about himself, he got\n 3519\tsore. These intellectual guys don't like to have an intellectual conversation with you\n 3520\tunless they're running the whole thing. They always want you to shut up when they shut\n 3521\tup, and go back to your room when they go back to their room. When I was at Whooton\n 3522\told Luce used to hate it--you really could tell he did--when after he was finished giving\n 3523\this sex talk to a bunch of us in his room we stuck around and chewed the fat by ourselves\n 3524\tfor a while. I mean the other guys and myself. In somebody else's room. Old Luce hated\n 3525\tthat. He always wanted everybody to go back to their own room and shut up when he was\n 3526\tfinished being the big shot. The thing he was afraid of, he was afraid somebody'd say\n 3527\tsomething smarter than he had. He really amused me.\n 3528\t\"Maybe I'll go to China. My sex life is lousy,\" I said.\n 3529\t\"Naturally. Your mind is immature.\"\n 3530\t\"It is. It really is. I know it,\" I said. \"You know what the trouble with me is? I can\n 3531\tnever get really sexy--I mean really sexy--with a girl I don't like a lot. I mean I have to\n 3532\tlike her a lot. If I don't, I sort of lose my goddam desire for her and all. Boy, it really\n 3533\tscrews up my sex life something awful. My sex life stinks.\"\n 3534\t\"Naturally it does, for God's sake. I told you the last time I saw you what you\n 3535\tneed.\"\n 3536\t\"You mean to go to a psychoanalyst and all?\" I said. That's what he'd told me I\n 3537\tought to do. His father was a psychoanalyst and all.\n 3538\t\"It's up to you, for God's sake. It's none of my goddam business what you do with\n 3539\tyour life.\"\n 3540\tI didn't say anything for a while. I was thinking.\n 3541\t\"Supposing I went to your father and had him psychoanalyze me and all,\" I said.\n 3542\t\"What would he do to me? I mean what would he do to me?\"\n 3543\t\"He wouldn't do a goddam thing to you. He'd simply talk to you, and you'd talk to\n 3544\thim, for God's sake. For one thing, he'd help you to recognize the patterns of your mind.\"\n 3545\t\"The what?\"\n\n\n 3546\t\"The patterns of your mind. Your mind runs in-- Listen. I'm not giving an\n 3547\telementary course in psychoanalysis. If you're interested, call him up and make an\n 3548\tappointment. If you're not, don't. I couldn't care less, frankly.\"\n 3549\tI put my hand on his shoulder. Boy, he amused me. \"You're a real friendly\n 3550\tbastard,\" I told him. \"You know that?\"\n 3551\tHe was looking at his wrist watch. \"I have to tear,\" he said, and stood up. \"Nice\n 3552\tseeing you.\" He got the bartender and told him to bring him his check.\n 3553\t\"Hey,\" I said, just before he beat it. \"Did your father ever psychoanalyze you?\"\n 3554\t\"Me? Why do you ask?\"\n 3555\t\"No reason. Did he, though? Has he?\"\n 3556\t\"Not exactly. He's helped me to adjust myself to a certain extent, but an extensive\n 3557\tanalysis hasn't been necessary. Why do you ask?\"\n 3558\t\"No reason. I was just wondering.\"\n 3559\t\"Well. Take it easy,\" he said. He was leaving his tip and all and he was starting to\n 3560\tgo.\n 3561\t\"Have just one more drink,\" I told him. \"Please. I'm lonesome as hell. No\n 3562\tkidding.\"\n 3563\tHe said he couldn't do it, though. He said he was late now, and then he left.\n 3564\tOld Luce. He was strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly had a good\n 3565\tvocabulary. He had the largest vocabulary of any boy at Whooton when I was there. 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