I've Gone Away

I know I promised Phoebe that I would stick around, but I lied. I've fell ill not too long after I returned home. Now I'm out here in this place so I can get better. I think I just needed some time to myself. Some time away from the world, a world I'm not so sure I want to be living in.

Turning Around

I finally felt something. I actually felt something. As I watched Phoebe on the carrousel something was different. I think i will stick around for a little while, but maybe just for a little while.

The End of Things

Phoebe wanted to come with me way out West. I didn’t have the guts to tell her no, so I decided to stay here. That’s all I have to say about this whole thing. I don’t really know why I tell people all these things. It’s pretty useless now that I look back on it. I think it is finally time for me to fly away, just like the ducks.

The Last of the Phonies

I woke up to find Mr. Antolini stroking my head. I have just about had enough of these phonies. I’m going way out West. I think I will pretend to be a deaf-mute so I don’t have to talk to anyone. First I’m going to meet with Phoebe at the museum so I can give her the Christmas money back.

Isolation

Isolation is a concept shown throughout the book that causes Holden such great pain, but it is also sense of security for him. He uses isolation to hide from a world he doesn't want to be in, the world of adulthood. Because he is so dependent on isolation to keep him safe, he often times ruins his own attempts to make relationships with other characters throughout the book. His encounters become meaningless when he becomes more and more isolated as the story unfolds.

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More Goodbyes

Mom and Dad just came home. I’m hiding in Phoebe’s closet while they scold her for smoking. Once they go to bed, I’m going to give her my red hat and say goodbye. I’m going out West for a little while. Once I go to Mr. Atolini’s house to say goodbye to him too, I will be on my way.

Drama at Home

I never thought that a nine year old could be so opinionated. I snuck home a few hours ago, and informed Phoebe that I have been expelled from Pencey. She thinks that our dad is going to kill me. I can’t help the fact that these fancies schools are full of phonies. Then she asked me whom I like. The only people I could think of are people who are dead. Maybe that’s because I wish I was dead sometimes too.