It just drove me stark staring mad when I thought about her and Stradlater parked somewhere in that fat-assed Ed Banky’s car. Every time I thought about it, I felt like jumping out the window.
When I was all set to go, when I had my bags and all, I stood for a while next to the stairs and took a last look down the goddam corridor. I was sort of crying. I don't know why. I put my red hunting hat on, and turned the peak around to the back, the way I liked it, and then I yelled at the top of my goddam voice, ‘Sleep tight, ya morons!’
You take a guy like Morrow that’s always snapping their towel at people’s asses—really trying to hurt somebody with it—they don’t just stay a rat while they’re a kid. They stay a rat their whole life.
But when I’m with someone that’s corny, I always act corny too.
I should’ve given her a phony name, but I didn’t think of it.
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