The Catcher in the Rye

by: J. D. Salinger

Chapters 5–6

1

The bus driver opened the doors and made me throw it out. I told him I wasn’t going to chuck it at anybody, but he wouldn’t believe me. People never believe you.

2

I was only thirteen, and they were going to have me psychoanalyze and all, because I broke all the windows in the garage.

3

That guy had just about everything. Sinus trouble, pimples, lousy teeth, halitosis, crumby fingernails. You had to feel a little sorry for that crazy sonuvabitch.

4

It probably would’ve hurt him a lot, but I did it with my right hand, and I can’t make a good fist with that hand. On account of the injury I told you about.

5

You never saw such gore in your life. I had blood all over my mouth and chin and even on my pajamas and bathrobe. I partly scared me and it partly fascinated me.