Angus Pym (a)... (wake) up on the dot of six oclock, as he always (b)... (do), no matter where he ... (be) or what he (d)... (do) the previous day. His first thought was the realization that he (e)... still (wear) shirt and trousers, and when his eyes (f)... (fall) on the reports piled up around him on the bed, the events of the previous evening (g)... (come) back to him. He (h)... (go) to his club for supper (i)... just (finish) his steak tartare and (j)... (look) forward to a splendid zabaglione when his meal (k)... rudely (interrupt-passive) by a call from M, his controller.
After an ice-cold shower, Pym (l)... (think) carefully about which suit to put on. He (m)... (see) M at nine oclock that morning, and he (n)... (want) to make a good impression. Glancing at himself in the mirror, he (o)... (notice) that he (p)... (put) on weight recently. He (q)... (have) to pay more attention to his diet in the future.
An hour later as he ... (drive) through the rush-hour traffic on his way to meet M, Pym (s)... carefully (consider) the contents of the files. So Zircon, the organization which sought to control the free western would, was back in business? Its founder, Leon Biarrowits, was dead. Pym (t)... (know) this, because he (u)... personally (arrange) his death. But who (v)... (control) Zircon now? Doubtless M (w)... (tell) him.
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Higher education in the USA.
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Salinger I.D. (1919 -) an American writer whose most famous book is The Catcher in the Rye (1951) ( ); Franny and Zooey (1961) ( ). His stories: A Perfect Day for Banana - Fish (1948) ( -); Uncle Wilggily in Connecticut (1948) (-), Raise High the Roof - Beams, Carpenters! (1959) ( , )
The Catcher in the Rye is a book about a young man, Holden Caulfield, who runs away from school and goes to New York. The book was esp. popular with young people, with its descriptions of adolescent life.
Im the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. Its awful. If Im on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where Im going, Im liable to say Im going to the opera. Its terrible. So when I told old Spencer I had to go to the gym to get my equipment and stuff, that was a sheer lie. I dont even keep my goddam equipment in the gym.
Where I lived at Pencey, I lived in the Ossenburger Memorial Wing of the new dorms. It was only for Juniors and Seniors. I was a Junior. My room-mate was a Senior. It was named after this guy Ossenburger that went to Pencey. He made a pot of dough in the undertaking business after he got out of Pencey. What he did, he started these undertaking parlours all over country that you could get members of your family buried for about five bucks apiece. You should see old Ossenburger. He probably just shoves them in a sack and dumps in the river. Anyway, he gave Pencey a pile of dough, and they named our wing after him. The first football game of the year, he came up to school in this big goddam Cadillac, and we all had to stand up in the grandstand and give him a locomotive - thats cheer. Then, the next morning, in chapel, he made a speech that lasted about ten hours. He started off with about fifty corny jokes, just to show us what a regular guy he was. Very big deal. Then he started telling us how he was never ashamed, when he was in some kind of trouble or something, to get right down on his knees and pray to God. He told us we should always pray to God - talk to Him ams all - wherever we were. He told us we ought to think of Jesus as our buddy and all. He said he talked to Jesus all the time. Even when he was driving his car. That killed me. I can just see the big phoney bastard shifting into first gear and asking Jesus to send him a few more stiffs. The only good part of his speech was right in the middle of it. He was telling us all about what a swell guy he was,what a hot-short and all, then all of a sudden this guy sitting in the row in front of me, Edgar Marsalla, laid this terrific fart. It was a very crude thing to do, in chapel and all, but it was also quite amusing. Old Marsalla. He damn near blew the roof off. Hardly anybody laughted out loud, and old Ossenburger made out like he didnt even hear it, but told Thurmer, the headmaster, was sitting right next to him on the rostrum and all, and you could tell he heard it. Boy, was he sore. He didnt say anything then, but the next night he made us have compulsory study hall in the academic building and he came up and made a speech. He said that the boy had created the disturbance in chapel wasnt fit to go to Pencey. We tried to get old Marsalla to rip off another one, right while old Thurmer was making his speech, but he wasnt in the right mood. Anyway, thats where I lived at Pencey. Old Ossenburger Memorial Wing, in the new dorms.
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It was pretty nice to get back to my room, after I left old Spencer, because everybody was down at the game, and the heat was on in our room, for a change. It felt sort of cosy. I took off my coat and my tie and unbuttoned my shirt collar and then I put on this hat that Id bought in New York that morning. It was this red hunting hat, with one of those very, very long peaks. I saw it in the window of this sport store when we got out of the subway, just after I noticed Id lost a the goddam foils. It only cost me a buck. The way I wore it, I swung the old peak way around to the back - very corny, Ill admit, but I liked it that way. I looked good in it that way. Then I got this book I was reading, and sat down in my chair. There were two chairs in every room. I had one and my room-mate, Ward Stradlater, had one. The arms were in sad shape, because everybody was always sitting on them, but they were pretty comfortable chairs.
The book I was reading was this book I took out of the library by mistake. They gave me the wrong book, and I didnt notice it till I got to my room. They gave me Out of Africa, by Isak Dinesen. I thought it was going to stink, but it didnt. It was a very good book. Im quite illiterate, but I read a lot. My favourite author is my brother D.B., and my next favourite is Ring Lardner. My brother gave me a book by Ring Lardner for my birthday, just before I went to Pencey. I had these funny, crazy plays in it, and then it had this one story about a traffic cop that falls in love with every cute girl thats always speeding. Only, hes married, the cop, so he cant marry her or anything. Then this girl gets killed, because shes always speeding. That story just about killed me. What I like best is a book thats at last funny once in a while. I read a lot of classical books, like The Return of the Native and all, and I like them, and I read a lot of war books and mysteries and all, but they dont knock me out too much. What really knocks me out is a book that, when youre all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesnt happen much, though. I wouldt mind calling this Isak Dinesen up. And Ring Ladrner, except that D.B. told me hes dead. You take that book Of Human Bondage, by Somerset Maugham, though. I read it last summer. Its a pretty good book and all, but I wouldnt want to call Somerset Maugham up. I dont know. He just isnt the kind of a guy Id want to call up, thats all. Id rather call old Thomas Hardy up. I like that Eustacia Vye.
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Anyway, I put on my new hat and sat down and started reading that book Out of Africa. Id read it already, but I wanted to read certain parts over again. Id only read about three pages, though, when I heard somebody coming through the shower curtains. Even without looking up, I knew right away who it was. It was Robert Ackley, this guy that roomed right next to me. There was a shower right between every two rooms in our wing, and about eighty-five times a day old Ackley barged in on me. He was probably the only guy in the whole dorm, besides me, that wasnt down at the game. He hardly ever went anywhere. He was a very peculiar guy. He was a senior, and hed been at Pencey the whole four years and all, but nobody ever called him anything except Ackley. Not even Herb Gale, his own room-mate, ever called him Bob or even Ack. If he ever gets married, his own wifell probably call him Ackley. He was one of these very, very tall, round -shouldered guys - he was about six-four - with lousy teeth. The whole time he roomed next to me, I never even once saw him brush his teeth. They always looked mossy and awful, and he damn near made you sick if you saw him in the dining-room with his mouth full of mashed potatoes ans peas or something. Besides that, he had a lot of pimples. Not just on his forehead or his chin, like most guys, but all over his whole face. And not only that, he had a terrible personality. He was also sort of nasty guy. I wasnt too crazy about him, to tell you the truth.
COMMENTARY.
1. Gym (infml), also gymnasium: one where people go to do fitness training, e.g. lifting weights.
2. Dorm (infml), also dormitory: a large room for sleeping in containing a number of beds: usu. in a boarding school or youth hostel. A boarding school: a school which pupils live as well as study.
3. Junior (AmE): a student of the third year in a four-year course at high school or university-compare Freshman, Senior, Sophmore and Major. Freshman - a student in the first year at a high school, college or university.
4. Senior (AmE): a student of the last year in a high school or university course. Major (AmE): a student studying a chief or special subject at a University.
5. Headmaster (BE): also principal (AmE) - the male teacher in change of a school.
6. Dinesen Isak (1885-1962): a Danish writer who wrote many books in English. Her real name was Karen Blixen and one of her most famous books was Out of Africa, which was made into a film.
7. Hardy Thomas (1840-1928): an English writer and poet, most of whose books are set in Dorset, where he was born and often deseribe the unhappy side of life.
