Sunday 15 July 2007

Chapter 4 Stradlater

I went down to the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving. We were the only ones in the can, because everyone was still down at the game. Stradlater kept whistling 'Song of India' while he shaved. He had one of those piercing whistles that were practically never in tune. You remember I said before that Ackley was a slob in his personal habits? well, so was Stradlater, but in a different way. He was more of a secret slob. You should've seen the razor he shaved himself with. It was always rusty as hell and full of lather and hairs and crap. He never cleaned it of anything. He always looked good when he was finished fixing himself up, but he was a secret slob anyway. He was madly in love with himself. He thought he was the handsomest guy in the Western Hemisphere. He was pretty handsome, too- I'll admit it. I mean he was mostly a year book kind of handsome guy. I knew a lot of other guys at Pencey that I thought were a lot handsomer than Stradlater.

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