IF you really want to hear about it, the frst thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occu pied and all before they had me, and all that David Copper field kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it. In the first place, that stuff bores me, and in the second place, my hages apiece if I told parents would have about two haemorr ything pretty personal about them. They re quite touchy about an ything like that, especially my father. They're nice and all I'm not saying that but they re also touchy as heli Besides, I'm not going to tell you my whole goddam auto- biography or an ything. I'll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around last Christmas before I got run-down and had to come out here and mean that's all I told D.B. about, and he's my brother and all. He's in Hollywood. 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. He just got a Jaguar. One of those little English jobs that can do around two hundred miles an hour It cost him damn near four thousand bucks. He's got a lot of dough now. He didn't use to. He used to. be just a regular writer, when he was bome. He wrote this terrific of short stories, The Seaet Goldfish in case you never heard of The best one in it was 'The Secret about this little kid that wouldn't let. anybody look at his goldfish because he'd bought his own money. It killed me. Now he's out in Hollywood, eing a prosti. tute. If there's one I hate, it's the movies. Don't cvem em to me. Where I want to start telling is the day I left Pencey Prep