{"id":"01KG07DPX78162EA9BDB4E5ZWD","cid":"bafkreic6z4ajdt34mejruour3isjlaxciis6gwb52k4lqvsxg3k2kzepui","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":5106,"extracted_at":"2026-01-27T17:18:35.111Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 14","source_file":"01KFYTG9MG93RTB6YAW34V48XG","start_line":5053,"text":" 4838\tstraighten her out. Besides, if she thought Pencey was a very good school, let her think it.\n 4839\tYou hate to tell new stuff to somebody around a hundred years old. They don't like to\n 4840\thear it. Then, after a while, I left. It was funny. She yelled \"Good luck!\" at me the same\n 4841\tway old Spencer did when I left Pencey. God, how I hate it when somebody yells \"Good\n 4842\tluck!\" at me when I'm leaving somewhere. It's depressing.\n 4843\tI went down by a different staircase, and I saw another \"Fuck you\" on the wall. I\n 4844\ttried to rub it off with my hand again, but this one was scratched on, with a knife or\n\n\n 4845\tsomething. It wouldn't come off. It's hopeless, anyway. If you had a million years to do it\n 4846\tin, you couldn't rub out even half the \"Fuck you\" signs in the world. It's impossible.\n 4847\tI looked at the clock in the recess yard, and it was only twenty to twelve, so I had\n 4848\tquite a lot of time to kill before I met old Phoebe. But I just walked over to the museum\n 4849\tanyway. There wasn't anyplace else to go. I thought maybe I might stop in a phone booth\n 4850\tand give old Jane Gallagher a buzz before I started bumming my way west, but I wasn't\n 4851\tin the mood. For one thing, I wasn't even sure she was home for vacation yet. So I just\n 4852\twent over to the museum, and hung around.\n 4853\tWhile I was waiting around for Phoebe in the museum, right inside the doors and\n 4854\tall, these two little kids came up to me and asked me if I knew where the mummies were.\n 4855\tThe one little kid, the one that asked me, had his pants open. I told him about it. So he\n 4856\tbuttoned them up right where he was standing talking to me--he didn't even bother to go\n 4857\tbehind a post or anything. He killed me. I would've laughed, but I was afraid I'd feel like\n 4858\tvomiting again, so I didn't. \"Where're the mummies, fella?\" the kid said again. \"Ya\n 4859\tknow?\"\n 4860\tI horsed around with the two of them a little bit. \"The mummies? What're they?\" I\n 4861\tasked the one kid.\n 4862\t\"You know. The mummies--them dead guys. That get buried in them toons and\n 4863\tall.\"\n 4864\tToons. That killed me. He meant tombs.\n 4865\t\"How come you two guys aren't in school?\" I said.\n 4866\t\"No school t'day,\" the kid that did all the talking said. He was lying, sure as I'm\n 4867\talive, the little bastard. I didn't have anything to do, though, till old Phoebe showed up, so\n 4868\tI helped them find the place where the mummies were. Boy, I used to know exactly\n 4869\twhere they were, but I hadn't been in that museum in years.\n 4870\t\"You two guys so interested in mummies?\" I said.\n 4871\t\"Yeah.\"\n 4872\t\"Can't your friend talk?\" I said.\n 4873\t\"He ain't my friend. He's my brudda.\"\n 4874\t\"Can't he talk?\" I looked at the one that wasn't doing any talking. \"Can't you talk\n 4875\tat all?\" I asked him.\n 4876\t\"Yeah,\" he said. \"I don't feel like it.\"\n 4877\tFinally we found the place where the mummies were, and we went in.\n 4878\t\"You know how the Egyptians buried their dead?\" I asked the one kid.\n 4879\t\"Naa.\"\n 4880\t\"Well, you should. It's very interesting. They wrapped their faces up in these\n 4881\tcloths that were treated with some secret chemical. That way they could be buried in their\n 4882\ttombs for thousands of years and their faces wouldn't rot or anything. Nobody knows\n 4883\thow to do it except the Egyptians. Even modern science.\"\n 4884\tTo get to where the mummies were, you had to go down this very narrow sort of\n 4885\thall with stones on the side that they'd taken right out of this Pharaoh's tomb and all. It\n 4886\twas pretty spooky, and you could tell the two hot-shots I was with weren't enjoying it too\n 4887\tmuch. They stuck close as hell to me, and the one that didn't talk at all practically was\n 4888\tholding onto my sleeve. \"Let's go,\" he said to his brother. \"I seen 'em awreddy. C'mon,\n 4889\they.\" He turned around and beat it.","title":"Chunk 14"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG0725KRV1Y3Q27GR0RPHVES","peer_label":"24","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS","peer_label":"More Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":1,"created_at":"2026-01-27T17:18:35.773Z","ts":"2026-01-27T17:18:35.773Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}