Entry 1

Hi, My name is Holden Caulfield, and I wouldn't like to go into too much detail. If I go into too much detail I get bored, I get bored very easy. I dont really talk much about my mother and father because their very goddam touchy, but my sister and my brothers, thats a different thing, i could talk about phoebe, D.B and Allie all day long if I had the chance. My brother Allie died of leukemia a few years back, but I still like to talk to him every now and then. My sister Phoebe she is goddam funny and brainy, just thinking about her kills me! I meen, Allie was clever, but Phoebe is in a league of her own. Dont even ask me to talk about D.B, Oh go on then, D.B is an excellant writer, he used to write these goddam short stories for my parents and I, they killed me, he wrote this 1 book once called 'The Secret Goldfish'. But now he's in goddam hollywood writing for a bunch of phoneys who make films, I hate goddam films. But not as much as the goddam phoneys who make them.










Anyway, i'm sitting here in my institute writing this whilst i'm suffering from TB. So I thought while I have nothing to do I may aswell write a bit about my past. I'l start from around christmas time just before I got kicked out of goddam Pencey Prep. Pencey was a school which swore that 'Since 1888 we have been moulding boys into splendid, clear-thinking young men.' That Kills me.

Well anyway, I'd been flunking out of my lessons for months, i'l be honest, I had been given warnings, but I was still flunking everything apart from english. So they was kicking me out, so I was stood at the top of that goddam hill freezing half to death when I just had to go and see old spencer. Old spencer was one of my teachers at goddam pencey prep.