![]() They’re nice and all-I’m not saying that-but they’re also touchy as hell. Besides, I’m not going to tell you my whole goddam autobiography or anything. I’ll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around last Christmas just before I got pretty run-down and had to come out here and take it easy. ![]() That isn’t too far from this crumby place, and he comes over and visits me practically every week end. He’s going to drive me home when I go home next month maybe. One of those little English jobs that can do around two hundred miles an hour. It cost him damn near four thousand bucks. He used to be just a regular writer, when he was home. He wrote this terrific book of short stories, The Secret Goldfish, in case you never heard of him. ![]() The best one in it was “The Secret Goldfish.” It was about this little kid that wouldn’t let anybody look at his goldfish because he’d bought it with his own money. Now he’s out in Hollywood, D.B., being a prostitute. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s the movies. Where I want to start telling is the day I left Pencey Prep. Pencey Prep is this school that’s in Agerstown, Pennsylvania. They advertise in about a thousand magazines, always showing some hotshot guy on a horse jumping over a fence.
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