{"id":"01KG6FHSHP7BQRXX2RNJA5PRGE","cid":"bafkreiel3kbggw2hvty6iny6cy2a5nccxlj6ekasptxjrtf6xhrtng32wm","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreifi4hrlei3rn6znlmhripm6pzh7x6x7sdpoiltlyziw5yttyhxi7i","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"Rye_page_0048.jpg","height":2400,"key":"pdf-page-1769744163154-xokd6z4c34f","label":"Rye_page_0048.jpg","page_number":48,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":835486,"text":"and out of another taxicab. Sometimes you get tired of riding in taxicabs the same way\nyou get tired riding in elevators. All of a sudden, you have to walk, no matter how far or\nhow high up. When I was a kid, I used to walk all the way up to our apartment very\nfrequently. Twelve stories.\nYou wouldn't even have known it had snowed at all. There was hardly any snow\non the sidewalks. But it was freezing cold, and I took my red hunting hat out of my\npocket and put it on--I didn't give a damn how I looked. I even put the earlaps down. I\nwished I knew who'd swiped my gloves at Pencey, because my hands were freezing. Not\nthat I'd have done much about it even if I had known. I'm one of these very yellow guys. I\ntry not to show it, but I am. For instance, if I'd found out at Pencey who'd stolen my\ngloves, I probably would've gone down to the crook's room and said, \"Okay. How 'bout\nhanding over those gloves?\" Then the crook that had stolen them probably would've said,\nhis voice very innocent and all, \"What gloves?\" Then what I probably would've done, I'd\nhave gone in his closet and found the gloves somewhere. Hidden in his goddam galoshes\nor something, for instance. I'd have taken them out and showed them to the guy and said,\n\"I suppose these are your goddam gloves?\" Then the crook probably would've given me\nthis very phony, innocent look, and said, \"I never saw those gloves before in my life. If\nthey're yours, take 'em. I don't want the goddam things.\" Then I probably would've just\nstood there for about five minutes. I'd have the damn gloves right in my hand and all, but\nI'd feel I ought to sock the guy in the jaw or something--break his goddam jaw. Only, I\nwouldn't have the guts to do it. I'd just stand there, trying to look tough. What I might do,\nI might say something very cutting and snotty, to rile him up--instead of socking him in\nthe jaw. Anyway if I did say something very cutting and snotty, he'd probably get up and\ncome over to me and say, \"Listen, Caulfield. Are you calling me a crook?\" Then, instead\nof saying, \"You're goddam right I am, you dirty crooked bastard!\" all I probably would've\nsaid would be, \"All I know is my goddam gloves were in your goddam galoshes.\" Right\naway then, the guy would know for sure that I wasn't going to take a sock at him, and he\nprobably would've said, \"Listen. Let's get this straight. Are you calling me a thief?\" Then\nI probably would've said, \"Nobody's calling anybody a thief. All I know is my gloves\nwere in your goddam galoshes.\" It could go on like that for hours. Finally, though, I'd\nleave his room without even taking a sock at him. I'd probably go down to the can and\nsneak a cigarette and watch myself getting tough in the mirror. Anyway, that's what I\nthought about the whole way back to the hotel. It's no fun to he yellow. Maybe I'm not all\nyellow. I don't know. I think maybe I'm just partly yellow and partly the type that doesn't\ngive much of a damn if they lose their gloves. One of my troubles is, I never care too\nmuch when I lose something--it used to drive my mother crazy when I was a kid. Some\nguys spend days looking for something they lost. I never seem to have anything that if I\nlost it I'd care too much. Maybe that's why I'm partly yellow. It's no excuse, though. It\nreally isn't. What you should be is not yellow at all. If you're supposed to sock somebody\nin the jaw, and you sort of feel like doing it, you should do it. I'm just no good at it,\nthough. I'd rather push a guy out the window or chop his head off with an ax than sock\nhim in the jaw. I hate fist fights. I don't mind getting hit so much--although I'm not crazy\nabout it, naturally--but what scares me most in a fist fight is the guy's face. I can't stand\nlooking at the other guy's face, is my trouble. It wouldn't be so bad if you could both be\nblindfolded or something. It's a funny kind of yellowness, when you come to think of it,\nbut it's yellowness, all right. I'm not kidding myself.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T03:36:03.154Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true,"width":1855},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFHMJM2J9JHQAQM1Q9SKBJWF","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KFF1K6A8V452X8SQKY55DD16","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6FHT8XBPRC5AR3KFGK98R4","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6FHSKDKGCJ22Q6N3JRNAN5","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KG6FKPP70NCHA6HPT8GE9AJK","peer_label":"Rye_page_0048_medium.jpg","peer_type":"file","predicate":"has_derivative"},{"peer":"01KG6FKT7QKAJPK6W6N9BVY4QR","peer_label":"Rye_page_0048_thumb.jpg","peer_type":"file","predicate":"has_derivative"},{"peer":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","predicate":"has_assembly"}],"ver":6,"created_at":"2026-01-30T03:36:04.406Z","ts":"2026-01-30T03:40:41.778Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFC4A8W8939TXGEXCK439ZK"}}