• Isak Dinesen Out of Africa; Ring Lardner
• Thomas Hardy The return of the native
• Song of India; Slaughter on 10th Avenue
• 33-34
  • People with red hair are supposed to get mad very easily, but Allie never did, and he had very red hair. I'll tell you what kind of red hair he had. I started playing golf when I was only ten years old. I remember once, the summer I was around twelve, teeing off and all, and having a hunch that if I turned around all of a sudden, I'd see Allie. So I did, and sure enough, he was sitting on his bike outside the fence - there was this fence that went all around the course - and he was sitting there, about a hundred and fifty yards behind me, watching me tee off. That's the kind of red hair he had.
• The Baker’s wife; The 39 steps
• Eustacia Vye
• 104
  • If a body catch a body coming through the rye
• 109-110
  • The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody'd move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those fish, the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole, with their pretty antlers and their pretty, skinny legs, and that squaw with the naked bosom would still be weaving that same blanket. Nobody'd be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you'd be so much older or anything. It wouldn't be that, exactly. You'd just be different, that's all. You'd have an overcoat on this time. Or the kid that was your partner in line the last time had got scarlet fever and you'd have a new partner. Or you'd have a substitute taking class, instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you'd heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you'd just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean you'd be different in some way - I can't explain what I mean. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it.
• Little Shirley Beans
• 156
  • Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.
• 169
  • This fall I think you're riding for - it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own enviroment couldn't suply them with. Or they thought their own enviroment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. they gave it up before they ever really even got started. You follow me? [...] «The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.»
• 192
  • 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.

Vocab:

• Phony - fals
• Fencing - esgrima
• Foil - frustrar
• Conceited - cregut
• Moron - idiota
• Lousy - “piojoso”
• Corny - cursi
• Checkers - damas
• Brassy - estrident/descarat/metàl•lic
• Sore - llaga
• Jitterbug - ballarí de jazz
• Galoshes - botes daigua
• Crook - lladre
• Humble - humil
• Swanky - ostentós
• Mushy - tova
• Swell - inflar-se/elegantíssim/estupendo
• Dopey - atontat
• Flit - revolotear
• Snotty - mocós
• Cockeyed - bizco/guenyo