She has a collection of letters he wrote to her on every subject from Shakespeare to Bach, and he treasures this little essay she wrote for him when they were engaged, on her feelings about French drama.Īll I’ve ever seen them do is hug and kiss. To tell you the truth, I can’t imagine them exchanging ideas, ever, though I know they did. I don’t think they’ve exchanged an idea in years. He mussed up my hair, gave me a poke in the ribs, and went down to breakfast.īy the time I got downstairs, he’d finished his eggs and was sipping coffee, holding hands with my mother. Before you know it, you’ll be exploring all sorts of ideas together, knowing each other so well you’ll finish each other’s sentences. You’re too young to let a girl get a hold on you. You’re going to get in trouble if you’re intimate, John. He was standing over me, ready to deliver the lecture. I finished getting on my socks and shoes. Just because you sit up until all hours of the night talking with her! he said. I’m tired of putting my head under the cold-water faucet.Įarly this morning my father came into my room and said, John, are you getting serious with Eleanor Rossi? Last night I dreamed I told Lauren Lake what I thought about John Lennon’s music, Picasso’s art, and Soviet-American relations. The night before last I dreamed that Cynthia Slater asked my opinion of The Catcher in the Rye.
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