{"id":"01KG6FJ3CPMVABAEAE8E34YDJ9","cid":"bafkreihptd6xio27xmttf4jn27d7uptwsctoiqognifgypinxjq4y4bt74","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreic5tvqetvilmetevwa4v4aai446frifg5cyi6rb4jl46p6zjag5uq","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"Rye_page_0110.jpg","height":2400,"key":"pdf-page-1769744174310-fsxq5buvvpj","label":"Rye_page_0110.jpg","page_number":110,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":786715,"text":"I was the only one left in the tomb then. I sort of liked it, in a way. It was so nice\nand peaceful. Then, all of a sudden, you'd never guess what I saw on the wall. Another\n\"Fuck you.\" It was written with a red crayon or something, right under the glass part of\nthe wall, under the stones.\nThat's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful,\nbecause there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not\nlooking, somebody'll sneak up and write \"Fuck you\" right under your nose. Try it\nsometime. I think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and I have a\ntombstone and all, it'll say \"Holden Caulfield\" on it, and then what year I was born and\nwhat year I died, and then right under that it'll say \"Fuck you.\" I'm positive, in fact.\nAfter I came out of the place where the mummies were, I had to go to the\nbathroom. I sort of had diarrhea, if you want to know the truth. I didn't mind the diarrhea\npart too much, but something else happened. When I was coming out of the can, right\nbefore I got to the door, I sort of passed out. I was lucky, though. I mean I could've killed\nmyself when I hit the floor, but all I did was sort of land on my side. it was a funny thing,\nthough. I felt better after I passed out. I really did. My arm sort of hurt, from where I fell,\nbut I didn't feel so damn dizzy any more.\nIt was about ten after twelve or so then, and so I went back and stood by the door\nand waited for old Phoebe. I thought how it might be the last time I'd ever see her again.\nAny of my relatives, I mean. I figured I'd probably see them again, but not for years. I\nmight come home when I was about thirty-five. I figured, in case somebody got sick and\nwanted to see me before they died, but that would be the only reason I'd leave my cabin\nand come back. I even started picturing how it would be when I came back. I knew my\nmother'd get nervous as hell and start to cry and beg me to stay home and not go back to\nmy cabin, but I'd go anyway. I'd be casual as hell. I'd make her calm down, and then I'd\ngo over to the other side of the living room and take out this cigarette case and light a\ncigarette, cool as all hell. I'd ask them all to visit me sometime if they wanted to, but I\nwouldn't insist or anything. What I'd do, I'd let old Phoebe come out and visit me in the\nsummertime and on Christmas vacation and Easter vacation. And I'd let D.B. come out\nand visit me for a while if he wanted a nice, quiet place for his writing, but he couldn't\nwrite any movies in my cabin, only stories and books. I'd have this rule that nobody could\ndo anything phony when they visited me. If anybody tried to do anything phony, they\ncouldn't stay.\nAll of a sudden I looked at the clock in the checkroom and it was twenty-five of\none. I began to get scared that maybe that old lady in the school had told that other lady\nnot to give old Phoebe my message. I began to get scared that maybe she'd told her to\nburn it or something. It really scared hell out of me. I really wanted to see old Phoebe\nbefore I hit the road. I mean I had her Christmas dough and all.\nFinally, I saw her. I saw her through the glass part of the door. The reason I saw\nher, she had my crazy hunting hat on--you could see that hat about ten miles away.\nI went out the doors and started down these stone stairs to meet her. The thing I\ncouldn't understand, she had this big suitcase with her. She was just coming across Fifth\nAvenue, and she was dragging this goddam big suitcase with her. She could hardly drag\nit. When I got up closer, I saw it was my old suitcase, the one I used to use when I was at\nWhooton. I couldn't figure out what the hell she was doing with it. \"Hi,\" she said when\nshe got up close. She was all out of breath from that crazy suitcase.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T03:36:14.310Z","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":"01KG6FJ3H2G16NAFZ56YPXBTWX","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6FJ3KB3DDQ8QB2T3BSSCDQ","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KG6FNT2HWHT4RHN6RXHC6GY0","peer_label":"Rye_page_0110_medium.jpg","peer_type":"file","predicate":"has_derivative"},{"peer":"01KG6FNXSPKNS2T2P2CN1HW4GZ","peer_label":"Rye_page_0110_thumb.jpg","peer_type":"file","predicate":"has_derivative"},{"peer":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","predicate":"has_assembly"}],"ver":6,"created_at":"2026-01-30T03:36:14.486Z","ts":"2026-01-30T03:40:42.667Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFC4A8W8939TXGEXCK439ZK"}}