{"id":"01KG6FVJ74FBSM56WSZXXD0340","cid":"bafkreifeidvswyl4x7kuv3xfykpvw3zj2wq2lqvhxulmogut6td2k3nwoe","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":2840,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T03:41:20.744Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 5","source_file":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","start_line":2792,"text":"crazy if somebody gets killed-- especially somebody very smart and entertaining and all--\nand it's somebody else's fault. Romeo and Juliet, at least it was their own fault.\"\n\"What school do you go to?\" she asked me. She probably wanted to get off the\nsubject of Romeo and Juliet.\nI told her Pencey, and she'd heard of it. She said it was a very good school. I let it\npass, though. Then the other one, the one that taught history and government, said they'd\nbetter be running along. I took their check off them, but they wouldn't let me pay it. The\none with the glasses made me give it back to her.\n\"You've been more than generous,\" she said. \"You're a very sweet boy.\" She\ncertainly was nice. She reminded me a little bit of old Ernest Morrow's mother, the one I\nmet on the train. When she smiled, mostly. \"We've enjoyed talking to you so much,\" she\nsaid.\nI said I'd enjoyed talking to them a lot, too. I meant it, too. I'd have enjoyed it\neven more though, I think, if I hadn't been sort of afraid, the whole time I was talking to\nthem, that they'd all of a sudden try to find out if I was a Catholic. Catholics are always\ntrying to find out if you're a Catholic. It happens to me a lot, I know, partly because my\n\n\nlast name is Irish, and most people of Irish descent are Catholics. As a matter of fact, my\nfather was a Catholic once. He quit, though, when he married my mother. But Catholics\nare always trying to find out if you're a Catholic even if they don't know your last name. I\nknew this one Catholic boy, Louis Shaney, when I was at the Whooton School. He was\nthe first boy I ever met there. He and I were sitting in the first two chairs outside the\ngoddam infirmary, the day school opened, waiting for our physicals, and we sort of\nstruck up this conversation about tennis. He was quite interested in tennis, and so was I.\nHe told me he went to the Nationals at Forest Hills every summer, and I told him I did\ntoo, and then we talked about certain hot-shot tennis players for quite a while. He knew\nquite a lot about tennis, for a kid his age. He really did. Then, after a while, right in the\nmiddle of the goddam conversation, he asked me, \"Did you happen to notice where the\nCatholic church is in town, by any chance?\" The thing was, you could tell by the way he\nasked me that he was trying to find out if I was a Catholic. He really was. Not that he was\nprejudiced or anything, but he just wanted to know. He was enjoying the conversation\nabout tennis and all, but you could tell he would've enjoyed it more if I was a Catholic\nand all. That kind of stuff drives me crazy. I'm not saying it ruined our conversation or\nanything--it didn't--but it sure as hell didn't do it any good. That's why I was glad those\ntwo nuns didn't ask me if I was a Catholic. It wouldn't have spoiled the conversation if\nthey had, but it would've been different, probably. I'm not saying I blame Catholics. I\ndon't. I'd be the same way, probably, if I was a Catholic. It's just like those suitcases I was\ntelling you about, in a way. All I'm saying is that it's no good for a nice conversation.\nThat's all I'm saying.\nWhen they got up to go, the two nuns, I did something very stupid and\nembarrassing. I was smoking a cigarette, and when I stood up to say good-by to them, by\nmistake I blew some smoke in their face. I didn't mean to, but I did it. I apologized like a\nmadman, and they were very polite and nice about it, but it was very embarrassing\nanyway.\nAfter they left, I started getting sorry that I'd only given them ten bucks for their\ncollection. But the thing was, I'd made that date to go to a matinee with old Sally Hayes,\nand I needed to keep some dough for the tickets and stuff. I was sorry anyway, though.\nGoddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.","title":"Chunk 5"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6FV1MQBQ4XVF8SXRB85SZ2","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KFF1K6A8V452X8SQKY55DD16","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6FVJ74B4QDFXC8G219GPDJ","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T03:41:24.580Z","ts":"2026-01-30T03:41:30.357Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}