麦田里的守望者英文在线阅读（英文经典阅读带注释）

麦田里的守望者英文在线阅读（英文经典阅读带注释）All of a sudden he said "For Chrissake Holden. This is about a goddam baseball glove."Then when he was taking off his tie he asked me if I'd written his goddam composition for him. I told him it was over on his goddam bed. He walked over and read it while he was unbuttoning his shirt. He stood there reading it and sort of stroking his bare chest and stomach with this very stupid

Some things are hard to remember. I'm thinking now of when Stradlater got back from his date with Jane. I mean I can't remember exactly what I was doing when I heard his goddam stupid footsteps coming down the corridor. I probably was still looking out the window but I swear I can't remember. I was so damn worried that's why. When I really worry about something I don't just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only I don't go. I'm too worried to go. I don't want to interrupt my worrying to go. If you knew Stradlater you'd have been worried too. I'd double-dated with that bastard a couple of times and I know what I'm talking about. He was unscrupulous. He really was.

unscrupulous adj. 肆无忌惮的

Anyway the corridor was all linoleum and all and you could hear his goddam footsteps coming right towards the room. I don't even remember where I was sitting when he came in--at the window or in my chair or his. I swear I can't remember.

linoleum n. 油地毡

He came in griping about how cold it was out. Then he said "Where the hell is everybody? It's like a goddam morgue around here." I didn't even bother to answer him. If he was so goddam stupid not to realize it was Saturday night and everybody was out or asleep or home for the week end I wasn't going to break my neck telling him. He started getting undressed. He didn't say one goddam word about Jane. Not one. Neither did I. I just watched him. All he did was thank me for letting him wear my hound's-tooth. He hung it up on a hanger and put it in the closet.

gripe about 抱怨，埋怨

morgue n. 停尸房

Then when he was taking off his tie he asked me if I'd written his goddam composition for him. I told him it was over on his goddam bed. He walked over and read it while he was unbuttoning his shirt. He stood there reading it and sort of stroking his bare chest and stomach with this very stupid expression on his face. He was always stroking his stomach or his chest. He was mad about himself.

All of a sudden he said "For Chrissake Holden. This is about a goddam baseball glove."

"So what?" I said. Cold as hell.

"Wuddaya mean so what? I told ya it had to be about a goddam room or a house or something."

"You said it had to be descriptive. What the hell's the difference if it's about a baseball glove?"

"God damn it." He was sore as hell. He was really furious. "You always do everything backasswards." He looked at me. "No wonder you're flunking the hell out of here " he said. "You don't do one damn thing the way you're supposed to. I mean it. Not one damn thing."

"All right give it back to me then " I said. I went over and pulled it right out of his goddam hand. Then I tore it up.

"What the hellja do that for?" he said.

I didn't even answer him. I just threw the pieces in the wastebasket. Then I lay down on my bed and we both didn't say anything for a long time. He got all undressed down to his shorts and I lay on my bed and lit a cigarette. You weren't allowed to smoke in the dorm but you could do it late at night when everybody was asleep or out and nobody could smell the smoke. Besides I did it to annoy Stradlater. It drove him crazy when you broke any rules. He never smoked in the dorm. It was only me.

He still didn't say one single solitary word about Jane. So finally I said "You're back pretty goddam late if she only signed out for nine-thirty. Did you make her be late signing in?"

solitary adj. 单个的

He was sitting on the edge of his bed cutting his goddam toenails when I asked him that. "Coupla minutes " he said. "Who the hell signs out for nine-thirty on a Saturday night?" God how I hated him.

"Did you go to New York?" I said.

"Ya crazy? How the hell could we go to New York if she only signed out for nine-thirty?"

"That's tough."

He looked up at me. "Listen " he said "if you're gonna smoke in the room how 'bout going down to the can and do it? You may be getting the hell out of here but I have to stick around long enough to graduate."

I ignored him. I really did. I went right on smoking like a madman. All I did was sort of turn over on my side and watched him cut his damn toenails. What a school. You were always watching somebody cut their damn toenails or squeeze their pimples or something.

"Did you give her my regards?" I asked him.

"Yeah."

The hell he did the bastard.

"What'd she say?" I said. "Did you ask her if she still keeps all her kings in the back row?"

"No I didn't ask her. What the hell ya think we did all night--play checkers for Chrissake?"

I didn't even answer him. God how I hated him.

"If you didn't go to New York where'd ya go with her?" I asked him after a little while. I could hardly keep my voice from shaking all over the place. Boy was I getting nervous. I just had a feeling something had gone funny.

He was finished cutting his damn toenails. So he got up from the bed in just his damn shorts and all and started getting very damn playful. He came over to my bed and started leaning over me and taking these playful as hell socks at my shoulder. "Cut it out " I said. "Where'd you go with her if you didn't go to New York?"

sock n. 一拳重击

"Nowhere. We just sat in the goddam car." He gave me another one of those playful stupid little socks on the shoulder.

"Cut it out " I said. "Whose car?"

"Ed Banky's."

Ed Banky was the basketball coach at Pencey. Old Stradlater was one of his pets because he was the center on the team and Ed Banky always let him borrow his car when he wanted it. It wasn't allowed for students to borrow faculty guys' cars but all the athletic bastards stuck together. In every school I've gone to all the athletic bastards stick together.

faculty n.全体教师

Stradlater kept taking these shadow punches down at my shoulder. He had his toothbrush in his hand and he put it in his mouth. "What'd you do?" I said. "Give her the time in Ed Banky's goddam car?" My voice was shaking something awful.

"What a thing to say. Want me to wash your mouth out with soap?"

"Did you?"

"That's a professional secret buddy."

This next part I don't remember so hot. All I know is I got up from the bed like I was going down to the can or something and then I tried to sock him with all my might right smack in the toothbrush so it would split his goddam throat open. Only I missed. I didn't connect. All I did was sort of get him on the side of the head or something. It probably hurt him a little bit but not as much as I wanted. 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 that injury I told you about.

Anyway the next thing I knew I was on the goddam floor and he was sitting on my chest with his face all red. That is he had his goddam knees on my chest and he weighed about a ton. He had hold of my wrists too so I couldn't take another sock at him. I'd've killed him.

"What the hell's the matter with you?" he kept saying and his stupid face kept getting redder and redder.

"Get your lousy knees off my chest " I told him. I was almost bawling. I really was. "Go on get off of me ya crumby bastard."

He wouldn't do it though. He kept holding onto my wrists and I kept calling him a sonuvabitch and all for around ten hours. I can hardly even remember what all I said to him. I told him he thought he could give the time to anybody he felt like. I told him he didn't even care if a girl kept all her kings in the back row or not and the reason he didn't care was because he was a goddam stupid moron. He hated it when you called a moron. All morons hate it when you call them a moron.

"Shut up now Holden " he said with his big stupid red face. "just shut up now."

"You don't even know if her first name is Jane or Jean ya goddam moron!"

"Now shut up Holden God damn it--I'm warning ya " he said--I really had him going. "If you don't shut up I'm gonna slam ya one."

"Get your dirty stinking moron knees off my chest."

"If I letcha up will you keep your mouth shut?"

I didn't even answer him.

He said it over again. "Holden. If I letcha up willya keep your mouth shut?"

"Yes."

He got up off me and I got up too. My chest hurt like hell from his dirty knees. "You're a dirty stupid sonuvabitch of a moron " I told him.

That got him really mad. He shook his big stupid finger in my face. "Holden God damn it I'm warning you now. For the last time. If you don't keep your yap shut I'm gonna--"

"Why should I?" I said--I was practically yelling. "That's just the trouble with all you morons. You never want to discuss anything. That's the way you can always tell a moron. They never want to discuss anything intellig--"