Scholar Salinger.

I'm crazy.

CXVI of Collier,194565438+February 22nd, pp. 36, 48, 5 1.

It was about eight o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark, raining and freezing. The wind quarreled according to the way that Lao Luo's will was killed in the thriller movie Night. I stood on the top of cannon fodder, on Mount Thomson, freezing to death, looking at the gym in the big south window, shining like a mute, and there was nothing else in the gym in the window (but maybe you didn't go to boarding school).

I'm just sorry for my irreversibility and gloves. My gloves were in my pocket a week before someone brushed my camel hair. Son, I'm cold. Only a madman would stand there. This is me. Crazy. Don't be ridiculous, my screw is loose. However, I had to stand there and feel goodby's youth as if I were an old man. The whole school is playing basketball with the slackers of the Saxon Charter in the gymnasium downstairs, and I feel good standing there.

I stood there, kid, I was freezing to death, and I kept saying to myself, "Goodbye, Kauffeld. Goodbye, you lazy bastard. " I have always seen myself playing football with Buller and Jackson. I just accepted a dark September night, and I know I will never play football with the same players again. This is because although Biller and Jackson, I did have some people who died and were buried, only I knew something, and no one was at the funeral, but I ... So I stood there, frozen.

In the second half of the Saxon Charter Lazy, you can hear everyone shouting: the deep and great Pentey side in the gym and the skinny and sissy Saxon Charter side, because the Saxon Group has never been just a team with them and some substitutes and managers. When Shuci or Serra or tuttle sank a lazy man, you can tell all the rights, because the gym over there in Ponty was crazy at that time. However, I only care about half who is the champion. I'm freezing. I just feel goodbye. Anyway, Billy and Jackson and I will throw a football at the funeral on the night of September and finally cheer goodbye. I feel like a real knife. I'm strictly at the funeral.

So, suddenly, after the accident, I started running on Thomson Mountain, and my suitcase hit a ghost with my leg. I ran down all the doors and then stopped to catch my breath; Then I ran across the main line 202-it was very cold, I almost fell and hurt my knee, and then I disappeared into Hersey Avenue. Every time you crossed the street that night, you disappeared. No kidding.

When I was at old Spencer's house, that's how I was told to put my luggage on the porch, ring the doorbell and put my hands in my ears. Boys, they were hurt. I'm talking, Gator. "Come on, come on!" I said. "Opening to the outside world. I froze. " Finally, Mrs. Spencer came.

"Horton!" She said. "Come in, dear!" She is a good woman. Her hot chocolate is definitely bad on Sunday, but you will never be the same.

My room is quick.

"Are you freezing to death?" You must soak it, "said Mrs Spencer. She's not that kind of woman. You may just be a little wet around: you're not really dry or wet. But she didn't ask me what I did. I crossed the line, so I want old Spencer to tell her what happened.

I put my bag in the hall and took off my hat. Children, I can hardly work. My fingers are not enough to attract my hat. I said, "Hello, Mrs. Spencer? What's with Mr Spencer's flu? Is he inside? "

He said, "It!" Mrs. Spencer said. "I want your coat, dear. Horton, his performance is like a perfect farewell, knowing what it is. Enter, dear. He is in his room. "

Old Spencer has his own room next to the kitchen. He is about 60 years old, even an old man, but he kicked in the middle of shooting something. If you miss old Spencer, you will want to know his life. He and everything are over. However, if you want him to do this, you are the wrong way to make him think: you think too much. If you think he is just enough, not too much, you know that he is doing all his rights. In the way of half-shooting, he almost always likes it. What I like is unusual, only occasionally. Sometimes it makes you think that maybe old people can handle it better. But I can't trade anywhere. If I want to shoot in just one and a half minutes, I don't want to enjoy almost all the time

Old Spencer was sitting in an easy chair in his bedroom, and everything was left on the Navajo carpet, which he and his wife Spencer bought in Yellowstone National Park about 80 years ago. They may have bought Indians in the Big Bang.

"Come in, take the test!" Old Spencer yelled at me. "Come in, son!"

I walked in.

There was an open Atlantic lying face down on his lap, full of pills, bottles and thermos bottles. I hate to see thermos bottles, especially those of the old people. This is not very good, but this is my mood now ... Old Spencer certainly wants to beat. He certainly doesn't have anyone who looks like anyone. He always looks like a perfect goodbye and knows what it is. Maybe I just like the way Mrs Spencer thinks he behaves, because if she thinks, maybe she thinks the old guy is still full of energy.

"I noticed you, Mr. Chairman," I told him. "I will come anyway, before I leave. Your flu? "

"If I feel better, son, I'll send a doctor," old Spencer said. Really knocked him down. "Sit down, son," he said, still smiling. "Why is Jupiter's name not your game?"

I sat down by the bed. Looks like an old man's bed. I said, "Well, I played games for a while, Mr. Chairman. But I'm going home tonight, not tomorrow. Dr. Sommer said that if I really want to continue tonight, I can continue. So I'm going. "

"Well, one night you chose a honey," said old Spencer. He thought of it. "Go home tonight, huh?" He said.

"Yes, sir," I said.

He said to me, "What did Dr. Summer tell you, son?"

"Well, he is very good at his way, Mr. Chairman," I said. "He said that life is a game. You know that. How you should play it rules and all. Things are still the same. He wished me luck. All in the future. This is probably the case. "

I guess summer was really great, and I was a burden to him, so I told old Spencer something summer told me. About how to use my life, if I want to succeed. I even suggested something, and old Spencer nodded hard while listening.

Then old Spencer asked me, "Do you communicate with your parents?"

"No, sir," I said. "I haven't communicated with them yet, because I will see them tonight."

Old Spencer nodded. He asked me, "What will they think of the news?"

"Well," I said, "they hate this kind of thing. This is the third school, and I have dropped out. Boy! No kidding. " I told him.

Old Spencer did not nod this time. I disturbed him, poor guy. He suddenly canceled the Atlantic Monthly and made a circle, which seemed too heavy. He and Chuck went to bed. He missed it. I picked it up and put it on the bed. Suddenly, the frustration I wanted came out.

Old Spencer said, "What is it, your child? How many subjects do you perform in this word? "

"Four," I said.

"How many times have you failed?" He said.

"Four," I said.

After the publication of Atlantic Monthly, old Spencer began to stare at the carpet and tried to check it in bed. He said, "I failed you in history because you knew there was nothing." You have never prepared for the exam, and you have never read aloud every day. More than once. I doubt that you will open your textbooks as soon as you take office; No, what about you? "

I told him I wanted to watch 1 twice so as not to hurt his feelings. He thinks history is really hot. If he thinks I'm a really stupid guy, I don't care, but I don't want him to think I'll consider freezing his books.

"Your test paper is from my closet," he said. "Leave it here."

I went, brought it, handed it to him and sat down by the bed.

Old Spencer seems to be catching up with my test paper. He has dealt with science or something else, such as Pasteur or one of them.

He said: "We studied the three-dimensional Egyptians from 165438+ 10 to 65438+February 4. You choose to write these articles from the question of choosing the theme in 2005. This is what you have to say:

"Egypt is an ancient nation living in the northernmost part of North Africa. As we all know, North Africa is the largest continent in the Eastern Hemisphere. There are many reasons why Egyptians are interested in us today. Besides, you often know them in the Bible. The old Pharaoh whose Bible is full of interesting anecdotes. They are all Egyptians, because we all know. "

Old Spencer, look at me. "New paragraph," he said. "For Egyptians, the most interesting thing is their habits. Egyptians have many interesting ways of doing things. Their religion is also very interesting. They buried the graves of the dead in a very interesting way. The Pharaoh's death ended with their faces specially treated with cloth to prevent their functions from rotting. Even today, doctors don't know the chemical formula, so we have been dead for a while. " Old Spencer expected me more than once. I stopped to look at him. He wants to look up to me, and I can't see him every time I hit the end.

"Egyptians have many things that can help us in our daily life," said old Spencer. Then he said, "It's over." He put down my papers and hurried to bed. He missed it. The bed is only two feet from his chair. I put the examination paper at the top of Atlantic Monthly.

"Son, do you blame me for dropping out of school?" Old Spencer asked me. "If you were in my position, what would you do?"

"The same thing," I said. "Down with imbeciles", but I won't give up for many minutes. I have a suspicion that the central park in the lagoon will freeze when I get home. If it freezes, everyone is skating when you look out of the window in the morning. Where did the duck go and what happened to the duck when the lagoon froze? But I can't tell all the old Spencer.

He asked me, "How do you feel about all this, son?"

"You mean I dropped out of school, sir?" I said.

"Yes," he said. Well, I'll try to think about it, because he is a good man, because he always vomits in bed.

"Well, I'm sorry I dropped out of school for many reasons," I said. I know I never really knew him. Instead of standing on Thomson Hill thinking about Biller, Jackson and me. "Part of the reason is that it is difficult to explain the correct time, Mr. Chairman," I told him. "But, like tonight," I said. "I'm going to pack my bags tonight and put on my boots to go skiing. Ski shoes, I'm sorry. I have to go. I can see my mother running around the shop, asking the shop assistant 1 10,000 stupid questions. Then, she bought mine by mistake. God, she's happy, but. No kidding. This is mainly the reason why I am sorry to drop out of school. Considering my mother and the wrong ski shoes. " This is what I said. I have to resign.

Old Spencer kept nodding, as if he understood, but you can't tell him whether to nod, because he wants to understand that I can tell him, or he just nodded, because he is a nice guy with the flu and a weirdo in his hand.

"Son, you will miss school," he told me.

He is a good man. No kidding. I want to tell him something. I said, "Not exactly, sir. I'll miss something. I will go to Ponty Railway Station with this lady. Go back to the dining car and order chicken sandwiches and coke. Read all the pages of five new magazines and new magazines. I'll miss Ponty. Put it in my bag. As soon as the lady saw them, she asked me if I knew Andrew Warbach. She's Warbach's mother. You know Warbach, sir. Strict lice. What kind of person is he? When you were young, he twisted his wrist and made marbles in your hand. But his mother is fine. She should have stayed in the madhouse like most mothers, but she loved Warbach. You can see from her crazy eyes that she thinks he is sexy. So, I spent nearly an hour on the train, telling her what a hot rod Warbach is in school, and why no one did anything and didn't put all the Warbach in the first place. This is Ms. Warbach. She was almost pushed out of the aisle. She probably knew that he was half a louse in her heart, but I changed my mind. I like my mother. They gave me a great ball. "

I stopped. Old Spencer is not down there. Maybe he's a little, but not enough to make me want to go deep into it. Anyway, I didn't say much, I wanted to say. I've never done this. I'm crazy. No kidding.

Old Spencer said, "Son, are you going to college?"

"I have no plan, Mr. Chairman," I said. "Now my life goes by day." It sounds fake, but I'm starting to feel fake. The bed beside me is too long. I suddenly.

I think I'd better go, sir,' I said. "I caught the train. You are red and swollen. No kidding. "

Well, old Spencer asked me before I left if I didn't want a cup of hot chocolate, but I said, no, thanks. I shook his hand. He's sweating like a pig. I told him that I didn't think he should worry about me or let me disappoint him in his letter. I told him that I knew I was crazy. He asked me if I believe I don't want any hot chocolate, which won't take long.

"No," I said, "goodbye, sir. Is it easy to connect with your flu? "

"Yes," he said, shaking my hand. "Goodbye, son."

I was about to leave when he shouted something behind me, but I couldn't hear him. I think this is good luck. I really feel sorry for him. I know he is thinking: how young I am, how I know nothing about the world and everything, how I am like me and everything. I may have corrupted him for a while after I left, but I bet later, he talked about my wife's Spencer and felt much better. He probably shook Mrs Spencer's hand before she left the room.

One night, I went home because I played a bull market with elevator boy Pete for about half an hour. He told me all about his brother-in-law, who is a policeman and plays with his guys. He doesn't need it, but his practice is a great shot. Now Pete's sister doesn't like about Pete's brother in any law. It's hard. I don't feel sorry for Pete's sister, but I feel sorry for Pete's brother-in-law, a poor slacker.

Janet, our black maid, let me in. I lost my key. She wears aluminum to work on her hair and promises to eliminate kinks.

"What autumn band's home, son?" She said. "What autumn band's home, son?" She said, everything twice.

I hate being called "child", so I said, "Where are you from?"

"They are playing bridge," she said. Which autumn band's home, son? "

"I want to go home and watch the game," I said.

"What game?" The painter said.

"Human beings. Ha ha ha, "I said. I threw away my schoolbag and clothes and stayed away from her in the hall. Push the hat under your head, feel very good to change, go to the hall and open the door of Phoebe and Viola. It was dark, and even though the door was open, I almost tried my best to make way for Nanmu's bed.

I sat on her bed. She's asleep, okay.

"South," I said. "Hey, Nan!"

She wakes up easily.

"Horton!" She said anxiously. "What are you doing? What's the matter? What happened? "

"Ah, just the same," I said. "What's new?"

"woody, what are you doing?" She said. She only has 10, but when she wants an answer, she wants an answer.

"What happened to your arm?" I asked her. I noticed a big piece of tape on her arm.

"I bumped into its closet door," she said. "Young lady, I monitor Keefe's wardrobe. I am responsible for everyone's clothes. " However, she returned to the right time. "woody," she said, "what are you doing?"

She sounds hypocritical, but only when it comes to me. This is because she likes me. She is not hypocritical, but ... Phoebe's strictness is one of our children.

"I'll be right back," I told her. I went back to the living room and bought a pack of cigarettes, put them in my pocket, and then I went back. Phoebe sat up straight, expecting a fine. I sat on her bed.

"I am in a hurry," I told her.

"Horton!" She said, "Dad will kill you."

I can't help it, Phoebe,' I said. "During the research, they kept pushing my things, exams and everything, and everything was mandatory. I'm going crazy. I just don't like it. "

"But, Horton," said Phoebe, "things you don't like." She is really looking forward to worrying.

"Yes, I do. Yes, I know. Stop it, Wilbur, "I said. "My favorite Heck has done many things."

Phoebe said, "What? Name. One thing. "

"I don't know. God, I don't know, "I told her. "I can't think of any one today. Like girls, not satisfied; Girls, you can only see their heads on their backs. There are still some seats in front of the train. I like1100,000 things. I like sitting here with you. Stop joking, Phoebe. I like to sit where she comes into contact with you. "

"Go to sleep, Viola," said Phoebe. Viola Ross. "She squeezed over the fence," Phoebe told me.

I picked up the viola and sat on her lap with me. A crazy kid. If there is one here, it must be us.

"Hottie," Viola said, "Let the schoolgirl give me Donald Duck."

"Viola insulted the schoolgirl and stole her Janet Donald," said Phoebe.

"Her breathing is always bad," Viola told me.

"Her breath," Phoebe said. "She told her Janet's breathing was terrible. When Janet puts on leggings. "

"Janet always breathes me," Viola said, standing beside me.

I asked her if Viola missed me, but she didn't seem to know if I wanted to leave.

"Let's go back to sleep now, Viola," said Phoebe. "She squeezed through the fence."

"Janet breathed all my time, and she took Donald Duck away," the Viola told me.

"holden will get it back," Phoebe told her. Phoebe is not like other children. She didn't consider the maids on both sides.

I carried Viola back to her crib and put her in it. She asked me to put things for her, but I didn't understand.

"Hoffeurt," said Phoebe. "Olives. Her crazy olives. She wants to keep eating olives. When she was in Jambers' elevator, Janet was this afternoon, and Pete opened her heart. "

"Hoffeurt," Viola said. "Take Hoffeurt, jordi."

"All right," I said.

"They are red," Viola said.

I told her and said to go to bed. She rolled herself up, and then I started going back there. Phoebe was the only one who suddenly stopped and almost got hurt. I heard them come in.

"That's them!" Phoebe whispered. "I can hear dad!"

I nodded and walked to the door. I brought a hat.

"Hody!" Phoebe whispered to me. "Tell time how sorry you are. All these things. And how to do it better! "

I just nodded my head.

"Come back!" Phoebe said. "I want to stay awake!"

I'll go out and close the door. I wish I hung up my coat and threw away my schoolbag. I know they will tell me how much this coat costs and how people trip over bags and break their necks.

When they all fucked me, I went back to the children's room. Phoebe is asleep. I looked at her for a while. Good boy. Then I went to Viola's crib. Lift her blanket and put her and Donald together; Then I took some olives with my left hand and put them on the continuous railing next to her crib. One of them fell to the ground. I picked it up and thought it was dust and put it in my coat pocket. Then, I left the room.

I went into the room and turned on the radio, but it was broken. So I went to bed.

I lay awake for a long time and felt terrible. I know everyone is right and I am wrong. I know I won't be one of the successful players. I will never be like Edward Gonzá lez or Theodore Fay or Lawrence Romel. I know, at this time, dad said, I'm going to work in the office. What he means is that I won't go back to school and I don't want to work in an office. At first, I didn't know that when the lagoon froze, the ducks there would go to Central Park again. Finally, I fell asleep.

English is not very good. Don't blame me for the wrong translation.