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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.
