that's all i'm going to tell about. i could probably tell you what i did after i went home, and how i got sick and all, and what school i'm supposed to go to next fall, after i get out of here, but i don't feel like it. i really don't. that stuff doesn't interest me too much right now.

a lot of people, especially this one psychoanalyst guy they have here, keeps asking me if i'm going apply myself when i go back to school next september. it's such a stupid question, in my opinion. i mean how do you know what you're going to do till you do it? the answer is, you don't. i think i am, but how do i know? i swear it's a stupid question.

d.b. isn't as bad as the rest of them, but he keeps asking me a lot of questions, too. he drove over last saturday with this english babe that's in this new picture he's writing. she was pretty affected, but very good-looking. anyway, one time when she went to the ladies' room way the hell down in the other wing d.b. asked me what i thought about all this stuff i just finished telling you about. i didn't know what the hell to say. if you want to know the truth, i don't know what i think about it. i'm sorry i told so many people about it. about all i know is, i sort of miss everybody i told about. even old stradlater and ackley, for instance. i think i even miss that goddam maurice. it's funny. don't ever tell anybody anything. if you do, you start missing everybody.