{"id":"01KG6FVF9GDJBDAG7MY4N4NFPD","cid":"bafkreib53ihdikli454zslp26bt7xh6wtcqmxyoyxrqbydrwrfqlwbaf7q","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":5139,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T03:41:20.747Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 6","source_file":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","start_line":5085,"text":"I helped them find the place where the mummies were. Boy, I used to know exactly\nwhere they were, but I hadn't been in that museum in years.\n\"You two guys so interested in mummies?\" I said.\n\"Yeah.\"\n\"Can't your friend talk?\" I said.\n\"He ain't my friend. He's my brudda.\"\n\"Can't he talk?\" I looked at the one that wasn't doing any talking. \"Can't you talk\nat all?\" I asked him.\n\"Yeah,\" he said. \"I don't feel like it.\"\nFinally we found the place where the mummies were, and we went in.\n\"You know how the Egyptians buried their dead?\" I asked the one kid.\n\"Naa.\"\n\"Well, you should. It's very interesting. They wrapped their faces up in these\ncloths that were treated with some secret chemical. That way they could be buried in their\ntombs for thousands of years and their faces wouldn't rot or anything. Nobody knows\nhow to do it except the Egyptians. Even modern science.\"\nTo get to where the mummies were, you had to go down this very narrow sort of\nhall with stones on the side that they'd taken right out of this Pharaoh's tomb and all. It\nwas pretty spooky, and you could tell the two hot-shots I was with weren't enjoying it too\nmuch. They stuck close as hell to me, and the one that didn't talk at all practically was\nholding onto my sleeve. \"Let's go,\" he said to his brother. \"I seen 'em awreddy. C'mon,\nhey.\" He turned around and beat it.\n\"He's got a yella streak a mile wide,\" the other one said. \"So long!\" He beat it too.\n\n<!-- [Page 110](arke:01KG6FJ3CPMVABAEAE8E34YDJ9) -->\nI 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. 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