Women on the train

All of a sudden, this women got on the train at Trenton and sat down next to me. She stuck her bag right out in the middle of the aisle. She had these orchids on. She was about forty or forty-five. She was very good looking. Women kill me. They really do. I don’t mean I’m oversexed or anything like that- although I am quiet sexy. I just lie them, I mean. there’re always leaving their goddam bags out in the middle of the aisle. She noticed I had a Pencey Prep sticker on one of my Gladstone’s . Very corny, ill admit. She asked me if I knew her son Ernest Morrow, I said yes. She asked me my name, I didn’t feel like giving her my whole life story so I told her my name was Rudolf Schmidt.