The catcher in the Ryed
kid because I was sixteen and he was eighteen. It drove him mad when I called him "Ackley kid" He kept standing there. He was exactly the kind of a guy that wouldn't get out of your light when you asked him to. He'd do it, finally, but it took him a lot longer if you asked him to. "What the hellya reading?" he said. "Goddamn book" He shoved my book back with his hand so that he could see the name of it. "Any good?" he said.
This sentence I'm reading is terrific." I can be quite