{"id":"01KG077P1QHM4BV3XY629JD07H","cid":"bafkreicdxp3abkk7tblbyqdwb2yuvcetinw3d2xpyaunwymej5wh4ipib4","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":2179,"extracted_at":"2026-01-27T17:15:17.644Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 4","source_file":"01KFYTG9MG93RTB6YAW34V48XG","start_line":2133,"text":"  2042\tfeel so sorry for them sometimes. Sometimes I can't even look at them, especially if\n  2043\tthey're with some dopey guy that's telling them all about a goddam football game. On my\n  2044\tright, the conversation was even worse, though. On my right there was this very Joe\n  2045\tYale-looking guy, in a gray flannel suit and one of those flitty-looking Tattersall vests.\n  2046\tAll those Ivy League bastards look alike. My father wants me to go to Yale, or maybe\n  2047\tPrinceton, but I swear, I wouldn't go to one of those Ivy League colleges, if I was dying,\n  2048\tfor God's sake. Anyway, this Joe Yale-looking guy had a terrific-looking girl with him.\n  2049\tBoy, she was good-looking. But you should've heard the conversation they were having.\n  2050\tIn the first place, they were both slightly crocked. What he was doing, he was giving her\n  2051\ta feel under the table, and at the same time telling her all about some guy in his dorm that\n  2052\thad eaten a whole bottle of aspirin and nearly committed suicide. His date kept saying to\n  2053\thim, \"How horrible . . . Don't, darling. Please, don't. Not here.\" Imagine giving somebody\n  2054\ta feel and telling them about a guy committing suicide at the same time! They killed me.\n  2055\tI certainly began to feel like a prize horse's ass, though, sitting there all by myself.\n  2056\tThere wasn't anything to do except smoke and drink. What I did do, though, I told the\n  2057\twaiter to ask old Ernie if he'd care to join me for a drink. I told him to tell him I was\n\n<!-- [Page 47](arke:01KFYTACA1YX1TB7SR8QZ4H6AM) -->\n  2058\tD.B.'s brother. I don't think he ever even gave him my message, though. Those bastards\n  2059\tnever give your message to anybody.\n  2060\tAll of a sudden, this girl came up to me and said, \"Holden Caulfield!\" Her name\n  2061\twas Lillian Simmons. My brother D.B. used to go around with her for a while. She had\n  2062\tvery big knockers.\n  2063\t\"Hi,\" I said. I tried to get up, naturally, but it was some job getting up, in a place\n  2064\tlike that. She had some Navy officer with her that looked like he had a poker up his ass.\n  2065\t\"How marvelous to see you!\" old Lillian Simmons said. Strictly a phony. \"How's\n  2066\tyour big brother?\" That's all she really wanted to know.\n  2067\t\"He's fine. He's in Hollywood.\"\n  2068\t\"In Hollywood! How marvelous! What's he doing?\"\n  2069\t\"I don't know. Writing,\" I said. I didn't feel like discussing it. You could tell she\n  2070\tthought it was a big deal, his being in Hollywood. Almost everybody does. Mostly people\n  2071\twho've never read any of his stories. It drives me crazy, though.\n  2072\t\"How exciting,\" old Lillian said. Then she introduced me to the Navy guy. His\n  2073\tname was Commander Blop or something. He was one of those guys that think they're\n  2074\tbeing a pansy if they don't break around forty of your fingers when they shake hands with\n  2075\tyou. God, I hate that stuff. \"Are you all alone, baby?\" old Lillian asked me. She was\n  2076\tblocking up the whole goddam traffic in the aisle. You could tell she liked to block up a\n  2077\tlot of traffic. This waiter was waiting for her to move out of the way, but she didn't even\n  2078\tnotice him. It was funny. You could tell the waiter didn't like her much, you could tell\n  2079\teven the Navy guy didn't like her much, even though he was dating her. And I didn't like\n  2080\ther much. Nobody did. You had to feel sort of sorry for her, in a way. \"Don't you have a\n  2081\tdate, baby?\" she asked me. I was standing up now, and she didn't even tell me to sit\n  2082\tdown. She was the type that keeps you standing up for hours. \"Isn't he handsome?\" she\n  2083\tsaid to the Navy guy. \"Holden, you're getting handsomer by the minute.\" The Navy guy\n  2084\ttold her to come on. He told her they were blocking up the whole aisle. \"Holden, come\n  2085\tjoin us,\" old Lillian said. \"Bring your drink.\"\n  2086\t\"I was just leaving,\" I told her. \"I have to meet somebody.\" You could tell she was","title":"Chunk 4"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG0725EFD6HYGB5WBTY79C4G","peer_label":"12","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS","peer_label":"More Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":1,"created_at":"2026-01-27T17:15:18.120Z","ts":"2026-01-27T17:15:18.120Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}