Chapter 27 Page #4

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That morning, everything had changed.

It just felt different.

And I knew...

I knew in my bones I would

never see my hotel room again.

I laid out the few possessions

I had managed to keep.

Just all the things

that meant something.

A letter of commendation for my

work with Vietnamese children.

My passport, and a couple of photographs

from my trip around the world.

What was left of my life.

It was all so that when they came, the

Police or whoever it was going to be...

when everyone would

want to know who I was.

Who I had become.

And maybe if I found myself

unable to speak or something...

this would tell them who I was before.

I am...

Holden.

I'm going now. Becoming something new.

Hey, listen. You know

those ducks? The taxi.

She had a teeny voice. And the

prostitute with the green dress...

This isn't like last time.

The old man carried my bag.

No, this is different. I can

feel it. Something will catch me.

This is not a coincidence.

I'll be in a big field of rye.

Good morning. Do you know if

John Lennon's gonna come out today?

I've got his new album here. I

was hoping to get his autograph.

I can't help you.

Look, I understand. I know how it is.

I've been waiting for 2 days already.

I really wanted to meet him, y'know?

I'm not the regular door-man here, so

I don't know much about John Lennon.

I knew it... I knew it! I knew

it was something like that!

You see, this is my second time here.

Last time I thought I'd met all the

door-men. Thought I'd met them all.

Well, sure, I thought

I'd seen them all, but...

I've been waiting a long time.

Look.

He may have left

earlier, before I came on.

Somebody told me he left.

- John Lennon?

- Uh-huh.

- John Lennon? You're serious,

you're not joking? - No.

Do you know where he went? Do

you know when he's gonna be back?

- Do you? Do you?

- No, I don't.

No.

Thank you.

He's here.

It says it was a Monday.

A Monday and all...

pretty near Christmas. This

is it! It's real this time.

This is not a coincidence. I'm going

to be with you, Holden. In the rye.

I'll just disappear into the ink

of the book. No, that won't happen.

That's a non-reality.

But something will...

I'll go into the field...

Something is going to happen...

Like in the womb. Maybe I'll be deaf.

A deaf mute, and I'll never speak again.

I tried to be a good person...

I can see it. It's all over, Holden.

I'm taking a stand now. And

the whole world will know.

A man with stillness and

blackness all around him.

A man who would no longer do

anything for anybody any more.

A man refusing to have

anything to do with the world.

And the world would never intrude.

- Hey, buddy!

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