{"id":"01KG6FVJ78AJEHGQKCQWB3KXHJ","cid":"bafkreiay7hmlyb4fkrrgwlyokvcsekbinu5uacrq5lx7gjikfr7ih667tm","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":2932,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T03:41:20.744Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 2","source_file":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","start_line":2885,"text":"time he kept singing and humming. I got up closer so I could hear what he was singing.\nHe was singing that song, \"If a body catch a body coming through the rye.\" He had a\npretty little voice, too. He was just singing for the hell of it, you could tell. The cars\nzoomed by, brakes screeched all over the place, his parents paid no attention to him, and\nhe kept on walking next to the curb and singing \"If a body catch a body coming through\nthe rye.\" It made me feel better. It made me feel not so depressed any more.\nBroadway was mobbed and messy. It was Sunday, and only about twelve o'clock,\nbut it was mobbed anyway. Everybody was on their way to the movies--the Paramount or\nthe Astor or the Strand or the Capitol or one of those crazy places. Everybody was all\ndressed up, because it was Sunday, and that made it worse. But the worst part was that\nyou could tell they all wanted to go to the movies. I couldn't stand looking at them. I can\nunderstand somebody going to the movies because there's nothing else to do, but when\nsomebody really wants to go, and even walks fast so as to get there quicker, then it\ndepresses hell out of me. Especially if I see millions of people standing in one of those\nlong, terrible lines, all the way down the block, waiting with this terrific patience for seats\nand all. Boy, I couldn't get off that goddam Broadway fast enough. I was lucky. The first\n\n\nrecord store I went into had a copy of \"Little Shirley Beans.\" They charged me five bucks\nfor it, because it was so hard to get, but I didn't care. Boy, it made me so happy all of a\nsudden. I could hardly wait to get to the park to see if old Phoebe was around so that I\ncould give it to her.\nWhen I came out of the record store, I passed this drugstore, and I went in. I\nfigured maybe I'd give old Jane a buzz and see if she was home for vacation yet. So I\nwent in a phone booth and called her up. The only trouble was, her mother answered the\nphone, so I had to hang up. I didn't feel like getting involved in a long conversation and\nall with her. I'm not crazy about talking to girls' mothers on the phone anyway. I\nshould've at least asked her if Jane was home yet, though. It wouldn't have killed me. But\nI didn't feel like it. You really have to be in the mood for that stuff.\nI still had to get those damn theater tickets, so I bought a paper and looked up to\nsee what shows were playing. On account of it was Sunday, there were only about three\nshows playing. So what I did was, I went over and bought two orchestra seats for I Know\nMy Love. It was a benefit performance or something. I didn't much want to see it, but I\nknew old Sally, the queen of the phonies, would start drooling all over the place when I\ntold her I had tickets for that, because the Lunts were in it and all. She liked shows that\nare supposed to be very sophisticated and dry and all, with the Lunts and all. I don't. I\ndon't like any shows very much, if you want to know the truth. They're not as bad as\nmovies, but they're certainly nothing to rave about. In the first place, I hate actors. They\nnever act like people. They just think they do. Some of the good ones do, in a very slight\nway, but not in a way that's fun to watch. And if any actor's really good, you can always\ntell he knows he's good, and that spoils it. You take Sir Laurence Olivier, for example. I\nsaw him in Hamlet. D.B. took Phoebe and I to see it last year. He treated us to lunch first,\nand then he took us. He'd already seen it, and the way he talked about it at lunch, I was\nanxious as hell to see it, too. But I didn't enjoy it much. I just don't see what's so\nmarvelous about Sir Laurence Olivier, that's all. He has a terrific voice, and he's a helluva\nhandsome guy, and he's very nice to watch when he's walking or dueling or something,\nbut he wasn't at all the way D.B. said Hamlet was. He was too much like a goddam\ngeneral, instead of a sad, screwed-up type guy. The best part in the whole picture was","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6FV1MQGZTR8V97C5G417T5","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KFF1K6A8V452X8SQKY55DD16","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6FVJ78EJ461XQWFXWTJQ4H","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6FVJ7BYZESFAAH4TBH9PSA","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T03:41:24.584Z","ts":"2026-01-30T03:41:30.399Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}