モンスター娘のいる日常 5

1 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 09:23:58.54 ID:Tg6cq7Cl0.net

「普通の娘」じゃなきゃ、ダメですか？
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★前スレ
モンスター娘のいる日常 4
http://mastiff.2ch.net/test/read.cgi/anime/1436572134/

2 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 09:24:25.90 ID:Tg6cq7Cl0.net

★スタッフ
原作：オカヤド　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 色彩設計：柳澤久美子
監督：吉原達矢　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 　 　 　 撮影監督：塩見和欣
シリーズ構成・脚本：ふでやすかずゆき　　　　　　　　 　 　 　 　 　 編集：坂本雅紀
キャラクターデザイン・総作画監督：砂川貴哉 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 音響監督：森下広人
サブキャラクターデザイン・総作画監督：赤坂俊士　　　　　　 　 　 音楽：manzo、堤博明
プロッデザイン・キーアニメーター：坂詰嵩仁　　　　　　　　 　 　 　 アニメーション制作：ラルケ×セヴァ
美術監督：田邉浩子　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 　 製作：モン娘パートナズ

★キャスト
来留主公人：間島淳司　　 　 　 　 　 ラクネラ：中村桜
ミーア：雨宮天　　　　　　　　　　 　 　 墨須：小林ゆう
パピ：小澤亜李　　　　　　　　 　 　 　 マナコ：麻倉もも
セントレア：相川奈都姫　　　　　　　　ティオニシア：久保ユリカ
スー：野村真悠華　　　　　　　　　　　 ゾンビーナ：持月玲依
メロ：山崎はるか　　　　　　　　　　 　 ドッペル：大西沙織

★主題歌
オープニングテーマ「最高速 Fall in Love」
作詞・作曲・編曲：ヒゲドライバー
歌：ミーア（雨宮天）、パピ（小澤亜李）、セントレア（相川奈都姫）、スー（野村真悠華）、メロ（山崎はるか）、ラクネラ（中村桜）

エンディングテーマ「Hey!スミス!!」
作詞・作曲・編曲：ゆよゆっぺ
歌：墨須（小林ゆう） with MON［マナコ（麻倉もも）、ティオニシア（久保ユリカ）、ゾンビーナ（持月玲衣）、ドッペル（大西沙織）］

3 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 09:25:00.63 ID:Tg6cq7Cl0.net

★原作スレ
オカヤド【モンスター娘のいる日常】part5
http://hope.2ch.net/test/read.cgi/comic/1432135966/

★アンチスレ
モンスター娘のいる日常は巨乳で♂を狂わせる糞ｴﾛｱﾆﾒ
http://mastiff.2ch.net/test/read.cgi/anime/1436359217/

★キャラスレ
【モン娘】ミーアはしっぽの先が敏感かわいい
http://hello.2ch.net/test/read.cgi/anichara2/1436356805/

4 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 09:58:45.81 ID:hwwqYpVp0.net

来週は満月回か

5 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:05:39.94 ID:a5GnkG/r0.net

乙
セントレア可愛い

6 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:06:45.24 ID:eFNvC2of0.net

@okayado1215: モン娘に準レギュラーというかレギュラーゲストの警官が登場したので（まぁ１話からカメオ出演してたけど）本邦初公開の驚愕事実 http://t.co/9xFg3WdMhq

http://i.imgur.com/hGdK5DA.jpg

7 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:14:16.92 ID:VSZzVMz00.net

マスゴミは全米で大人気アニメとして取り上げないのかな

8 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:15:21.62 ID:BR4ZmM/D0.net

小澤亜李チュパ音上手すぎ
これは相当本物を咥え慣れしてますな

9 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:17:30.89 ID:pNO2v6IL0.net

これも原作信者の言うこと決まってるスレかよ

10 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:23:24.87 ID:Gcgl5hjx0.net

ケンタウロスって下半身は馬だと思うのだが獣姦はほぼ絶望的じゃね
挿入れる事は出来ても、デカチン＝馬並みとか言われるようにモノホンの馬チンコって
シャレにならんほど長くてでっかいじゃん
満足させるなんて無理だろ

11 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:28:23.96 ID:27m9svyM0.net

>>10
腕を使うんやで
発情期の馬にはそうしてる

12 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:28:38.66 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

1
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is
where I was born, an what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were
occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I
don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. In the first place, that stuff
bores me, and in the second place, my parents would have about two hemorrhages apiece
if I told anything pretty personal about them. They're quite touchy about anything like
that, especially my father. They're nice and all--I'm not saying that--but they're also
touchy as hell. Besides, I'm not going to tell you my whole goddam autobiography or
anything. I'll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around last
Christmas just before I got pretty run-down and had to come out here and take it easy. I
mean that's all I told D.B. about, and he's my brother and all. He's in Hollywood. That
isn't too far from this crumby place, and he comes over and visits me practically every
week end. He's going to drive me home when I go home next month maybe. He just got a
Jaguar. One of those little English jobs that can do around two hundred miles an hour. It
cost him damn near four thousand bucks. He's got a lot of dough, now. He didn't use to.
He used to be just a regular writer, when he was home. He wrote this terrific book of
short stories, The Secret Goldfish, in case you never heard of him. The best one in it was
"The Secret Goldfish." It was about this little kid that wouldn't let anybody look at his
goldfish because he'd bought it with his own money. It killed me. Now he's out in
Hollywood, D.B., being a prostitute. If there's one thing I hate, it's the movies. Don't even
mention them to me.

13 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:29:28.00 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

Where I want to start telling is the day I left Pencey Prep. Pencey Prep is this
school that's in Agerstown, Pennsylvania. You probably heard of it. You've probably seen
the ads, anyway. They advertise in about a thousand magazines, always showing some
hotshot guy on a horse jumping over a fence. Like as if all you ever did at Pencey was
play polo all the time. I never even once saw a horse anywhere near the place. And
underneath the guy on the horse's picture, it always says: "Since 1888 we have been
molding boys into splendid, clear-thinking young men." Strictly for the birds. They don't
do any damn more molding at Pencey than they do at any other school. And I didn't know
anybody there that was splendid and clear-thinking and all. Maybe two guys. If that
many. And they probably came to Pencey that way.
Anyway, it was the Saturday of the football game with Saxon Hall. The game
with Saxon Hall was supposed to be a very big deal around Pencey. It was the last game
of the year, and you were supposed to commit suicide or something if old Pencey didn't
win. I remember around three o'clock that afternoon I was standing way the hell up on
top of Thomsen Hill, right next to this crazy cannon that was in the Revolutionary War
and all. You could see the whole field from there, and you could see the two teams
bashing each other all over the place. You couldn't see the grandstand too hot, but you
could hear them all yelling, deep and terrific on the Pencey side, because practically the
whole school except me was there, and scrawny and faggy on the Saxon Hall side,
because the visiting team hardly ever brought many people with them.

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There were never many girls at all at the football games. Only seniors were
allowed to bring girls with them. It was a terrible school, no matter how you looked at it.
I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even
if they're only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or
something. Old Selma Thurmer--she was the headmaster's daughter--showed up at the
games quite often, but she wasn't exactly the type that drove you mad with desire. She
was a pretty nice girl, though. I sat next to her once in the bus from Agerstown and we
sort of struck up a conversation. I liked her. She had a big nose and her nails were all
bitten down and bleedy-looking and she had on those damn falsies that point all over the
place, but you felt sort of sorry for her. What I liked about her, she didn't give you a lot of
horse manure about what a great guy her father was. She probably knew what a phony
slob he was.
The reason I was standing way up on Thomsen Hill, instead of down at the game,
was because I'd just got back from New York with the fencing team. I was the goddam
manager of the fencing team. Very big deal. We'd gone in to New York that morning for
this fencing meet with McBurney School. Only, we didn't have the meet. I left all the
foils and equipment and stuff on the goddam subway. It wasn't all my fault. I had to keep
getting up to look at this map, so we'd know where to get off. So we got back to Pencey
around two-thirty instead of around dinnertime. The whole team ostracized me the whole
way back on the train. It was pretty funny, in a way.

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The other reason I wasn't down at the game was because I was on my way to say
good-by to old Spencer, my history teacher. He had the grippe, and I figured I probably
wouldn't see him again till Christmas vacation started. He wrote me this note saying he
wanted to see me before I went home. He knew I wasn't coming back to Pencey.
I forgot to tell you about that. They kicked me out. I wasn't supposed to come
back after Christmas vacation on account of I was flunking four subjects and not applying
myself and all. They gave me frequent warning to start applying myself--especially
around midterms, when my parents came up for a conference with old Thurmer--but I
didn't do it. So I got the ax. They give guys the ax quite frequently at Pencey. It has a
very good academic rating, Pencey. It really does.
Anyway, it was December and all, and it was cold as a witch's teat, especially on
top of that stupid hill. I only had on my reversible and no gloves or anything. The week
before that, somebody'd stolen my camel's-hair coat right out of my room, with my furlined
gloves right in the pocket and all. Pencey was full of crooks. Quite a few guys came
from these very wealthy families, but it was full of crooks anyway. The more expensive a
school is, the more crooks it has--I'm not kidding. Anyway, I kept standing next to that
crazy cannon, looking down at the game and freezing my ass off. Only, I wasn't watching
the game too much. What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind
of a good-by. I mean I've left schools and places I didn't even know I was leaving them. I
hate that. I don't care if it's a sad good-by or a bad goodby, but when I leave a place I like
to know I'm leaving it. If you don't, you feel even worse.

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I was lucky. All of a sudden I thought of something that helped make me know I
was getting the hell out. I suddenly remembered this time, in around October, that I and
Robert Tichener and Paul Campbell were chucking a football around, in front of the
academic building. They were nice guys, especially Tichener. It was just before dinner
and it was getting pretty dark out, but we kept chucking the ball around anyway. It kept
getting darker and darker, and we could hardly see the ball any more, but we didn't want
to stop doing what we were doing. Finally we had to. This teacher that taught biology,
Mr. Zambesi, stuck his head out of this window in the academic building and told us to
go back to the dorm and get ready for dinner. If I get a chance to remember that kind of
stuff, I can get a good-by when I need one--at least, most of the time I can. As soon as I
got it, I turned around and started running down the other side of the hill, toward old
Spencer's house. He didn't live on the campus. He lived on Anthony Wayne Avenue.
I ran all the way to the main gate, and then I waited a second till I got my breath. I
have no wind, if you want to know the truth. I'm quite a heavy smoker, for one thing--that
is, I used to be. They made me cut it out. Another thing, I grew six and a half inches last
year. That's also how I practically got t.b. and came out here for all these goddam
checkups and stuff. I'm pretty healthy, though.
Anyway, as soon as I got my breath back I ran across Route 204. It was icy as hell
and I damn near fell down. I don't even know what I was running for--I guess I just felt
like it. After I got across the road, I felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that kind of
a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were
disappearing every time you crossed a road.
Boy, I rang that doorbell fast when I got

17 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:33:37.16 ID:oEaUCWK80.net

>>6
旧作の主人公だったのか・・・（驚愕）

18 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:41:37.19 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

"And how do you think they'll take the news?"
"Well. . . they'll be pretty irritated about it," I said. "They really will. This is about
the fourth school I've gone to." I shook my head. I shake my head quite a lot. "Boy!" I
said. I also say "Boy!" quite a lot. Partly because I have a lousy vocabulary and partly
because I act quite young for my age sometimes. I was sixteen then, and I'm seventeen
now, and sometimes I act like I'm about thirteen. It's really ironical, because I'm six foot
two and a half and I have gray hair. I really do. The one side of my head--the right side--
is full of millions of gray hairs. I've had them ever since I was a kid. And yet I still act
sometimes like I was only about twelve. Everybody says that, especially my father. It's
partly true, too, but it isn't all true. People always think something's all true. I don't give a
damn, except that I get bored sometimes when people tell me to act my age. Sometimes I
act a lot older than I am--I really do--but people never notice it. People never notice
anything.
Old Spencer started nodding again. He also started picking his nose. He made out
like he was only pinching it, but he was really getting the old thumb right in there. I guess
he thought it was all right to do because it was only me that was in the room. I didn't care,
except that it's pretty disgusting to watch somebody pick their nose.
Then he said, "I had the privilege of meeting your mother and dad when they had
their little chat with Dr. Thurmer some weeks ago. They're grand people."
"Yes, they are. They're very nice."

19 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:43:37.18 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

The Egyptians were an ancient race of Caucasians residing in
one of the northern sections of Africa. The latter as we all
know is the largest continent in the Eastern Hemisphere.
I had to sit there and listen to that crap. It certainly was a dirty trick.
The Egyptians are extremely interesting to us today for
various reasons. Modern science would still like to know what
the secret ingredients were that the Egyptians used when they
wrapped up dead people so that their faces would not rot for
innumerable centuries. This interesting riddle is still quite
a challenge to modern science in the twentieth century.
He stopped reading and put my paper down. I was beginning to sort of hate him.
"Your essay, shall we say, ends there," he said in this very sarcastic voice. You wouldn't
think such an old guy would be so sarcastic and all. "However, you dropped me a little
note, at the bottom of the page," he said.
"I know I did," I said. I said it very fast because I wanted to stop him before he
started reading that out loud. But you couldn't stop him. He was hot as a firecracker.
DEAR MR. SPENCER [he read out loud]. That is all I know about
the Egyptians. I can't seem to get very interested in them
although your lectures are very interesting. It is all right
with me if you flunk me though as I am flunking everything
else except English anyway.
Respectfully yours, HOLDEN CAULFIELD.

20 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:44:42.59 ID:A5FSkew90.net

しかし漫画は乳出してるのにこれは乳出してないのな

良く動いてるのに勿体無いな

21 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:45:46.62 ID:hwwqYpVp0.net

出てるの見たいなら円盤買え

22 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:47:18.14 ID:sjQJaF/w0.net

>>1乙
このまま増える緒とだぁりん君の懐事情がやばい事に

23 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:47:56.52 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

"How do you feel about all this, boy? I'd be very interested to know. Very
interested."
"You mean about my flunking out of Pencey and all?" I said. I sort of wished he'd
cover up his bumpy chest. It wasn't such a beautiful view.
"If I'm not mistaken, I believe you also had some difficulty at the Whooton
School and at Elkton Hills." He didn't say it just sarcastic, but sort of nasty, too.
"I didn't have too much difficulty at Elkton Hills," I told him. "I didn't exactly
flunk out or anything. I just quit, sort of."
"Why, may I ask?"
"Why? Oh, well it's a long story, sir. I mean it's pretty complicated." I didn't feel
like going into the whole thing with him. He wouldn't have understood it anyway. It
wasn't up his alley at all. One of the biggest reasons I left Elkton Hills was because I was
surrounded by phonies. That's all. They were coming in the goddam window. For
instance, they had this headmaster, Mr. Haas, that was the phoniest bastard I ever met in
my life. Ten times worse than old Thurmer. On Sundays, for instance, old Haas went
around shaking hands with everybody's parents when they drove up to school. He'd be
charming as hell and all. Except if some boy had little old funny-looking parents. You
should've seen the way he did with my roommate's parents. I mean if a boy's mother was
sort of fat or corny-looking or something, and if somebody's father was one of those guys
that wear those suits with very big shoulders and corny black-and-white shoes, then old
Hans would just shake hands with them and give them a phony smile and then he'd go
talk, for maybe a half an hour, with somebody else's parents. I can't stand that stuff. It
drives me crazy. It makes me so depressed I go crazy. I hated that goddam Elkton Hills.

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"I don't know, boy. I don't know."
I hate it when somebody answers that way. "Sure. Sure, they do," I said. "I mean
it, sir. Please don't worry about me." I sort of put my hand on his shoulder. "Okay?" I
said.
"Wouldn't you like a cup of hot chocolate before you go? Mrs. Spencer would be-
-"
"I would, I really would, but the thing is, I have to get going. I have to go right to
the gym. Thanks, though. Thanks a lot, sir."
Then we shook hands. And all that crap. It made me feel sad as hell, though.
"I'll drop you a line, sir. Take care of your grippe, now."
"Good-by, boy."
After I shut the door and started back to the living room, he yelled something at
me, but I couldn't exactly hear him. I'm pretty sure he yelled "Good luck!" at me,
I hope to hell not. I'd never yell "Good luck!" at anybody. It sounds terrible, when
you think about it.

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3
I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It's awful. If I'm on my way to
the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I'm going, I'm liable to
say I'm going to the opera. It's terrible. So when I told old Spencer I had to go to the gym
and get my equipment and stuff, that was a sheer lie. I don't even keep my goddam
equipment in the gym.
Where I lived at Pencey, I lived in the Ossenburger Memorial Wing of the new
dorms. It was only for juniors and seniors. I was a junior. My roommate was a senior. It
was named after this guy Ossenburger that went to Pencey. He made a pot of dough in
the undertaking business after he got out of Pencey. What he did, he started these
undertaking parlors all over the country that you could get members of your family
buried for about five bucks apiece. You should see old Ossenburger. He probably just
shoves them in a sack and dumps them in the river. Anyway, he gave Pencey a pile of
dough, and they named our wing alter him. The first football game of the year, he came
up to school in this big goddam Cadillac, and we all had to stand up in the grandstand and
give him a locomotive--that's a cheer. Then, the next morning, in chapel, be made a
speech that lasted about ten hours. He started off with about fifty corny jokes, just to
show us what a regular guy he was. Very big deal. Then he started telling us how he was
never ashamed, when he was in some kind of trouble or something, to get right down his
knees and pray to God. He told us we should always pray to God--talk to Him and all--
wherever we were. He told us we ought to think of Jesus as our buddy and all. He said he
talked to Jesus all the time. Even when he was driving his car. That killed me.

26 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:49:05.75 ID:B9n32lrn0.net

外食費は申請すれば経費で落とせるらしい

27 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:50:18.36 ID:SsVKMGt80.net

フリーズしたセントレア可愛かった

28 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:51:03.32 ID:NgxO43W00.net

大分先の話なので

29 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:51:53.07 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

It was pretty nice to get back to my room, after I left old Spencer, because
everybody was down at the game, and the heat was on in our room, for a change. It felt
sort of cosy. I took off my coat and my tie and unbuttoned my shirt collar; and then I put
on this hat that I'd bought in New York that morning. It was this red hunting hat, with one
of those very, very long peaks. I saw it in the window of this sports store when we got out
of the subway, just after I noticed I'd lost all the goddam foils. It only cost me a buck.
The way I wore it, I swung the old peak way around to the back--very corny, I'll admit,
but I liked it that way. I looked good in it that way. Then I got this book I was reading
and sat down in my chair. There were two chairs in every room. I had one and my
roommate, Ward Stradlater, had one. The arms were in sad shape, because everybody
was always sitting on them, but they were pretty comfortable chairs.

30 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:52:08.75 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

The book I was reading was this book I took out of the library by mistake. They
gave me the wrong book, and I didn't notice it till I got back to my room. They gave me
Out of Africa, by Isak Dinesen. I thought it was going to stink, but it didn't. It was a very
good book. I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot. My favorite author is my brother D.B., and
my next favorite is Ring Lardner. My brother gave me a book by Ring Lardner for my
birthday, just before I went to Pencey. It had these very funny, crazy plays in it, and then
it had this one story about a traffic cop that falls in love with this very cute girl that's
always speeding. Only, he's married, the cop, so be can't marry her or anything. Then this
girl gets killed, because she's always speeding. That story just about killed me. What I
like best is a book that's at least funny once in a while. I read a lot of classical books, like
The Return of the Native and all, and I like them, and I read a lot of war books and
mysteries and all, but they don't knock me out too much. What really knocks me out is a
book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific
friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That
doesn't happen much, though. I wouldn't mind calling this Isak Dinesen up. And Ring
Lardner, except that D.B. told me he's dead. You take that book Of Human Bondage, by
Somerset Maugham, though. I read it last summer. It's a pretty good book and all, but I
wouldn't want to call Somerset Maugham up. I don't know, He just isn't the kind of guy
I'd want to call up, that's all. I'd rather call old Thomas Hardy up. I like that Eustacia Vye.

31 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:53:46.11 ID:SggE2RdB0.net

少しうつってる・・・！
http://i.imgur.com/IGuZMwG.jpg

32 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:54:30.64 ID:o18UQs5R0.net

アタックが強引な娘ばっかりやな
ちゃんと主人公気付かえるような良い娘はおらんのか？

33 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:54:54.28 ID:wc6bmiGU0.net

>>21
水浴びのシーン、構図上解禁されないじゃん！

34 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:55:10.09 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

see if Stradlater was around. He hated Stradlater's guts and he never came in the
room if Stradlater was around. He hated everybody's guts, damn near.
He came down off the shower ledge and came in the room. "Hi," he said. He
always said it like he was terrifically bored or terrifically tired. He didn't want you to
think he was visiting you or anything. He wanted you to think he'd come in by mistake,
for God's sake.
"Hi," I said, but I didn't look up from my book. With a guy like Ackley, if you
looked up from your book you were a goner. You were a goner anyway, but not as quick
if you didn't look up right away.
He started walking around the room, very slow and all, the way he always did,
picking up your personal stuff off your desk and chiffonier. He always picked up your
personal stuff and looked at it. Boy, could he get on your nerves sometimes. "How was
the fencing?" he said. He just wanted me to quit reading and enjoying myself. He didn't
give a damn about the fencing. "We win, or what?" he said.
"Nobody won," I said. Without looking up, though.
"What?" he said. He always made you say everything twice.
"Nobody won," I said. I sneaked a look to see what he was fiddling around with
on my chiffonier. He was looking at this picture of this girl I used to go around with in
New York, Sally Hayes. He must've picked up that goddam picture and looked at it at
least five thousand times since I got it. He always put it back in the wrong place, too,
when he was finished. He did it on purpose. You could tell.

35 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:55:26.90 ID:OO9soFgA0.net

セントレアちゃんの下からのアングルってどうなの

36 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:56:08.87 ID:hwwqYpVp0.net

>>32人魚

37 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:56:10.78 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

"This sentence I'm reading is terrific." I can be quite sarcastic when I'm in the
mood. He didn't get It, though. He started walking around the room again, picking up all
my personal stuff, and Stradlater's. Finally, I put my book down on the floor. You
couldn't read anything with a guy like Ackley around. It was impossible.
I slid way the hell down in my chair and watched old Ackley making himself at
home. I was feeling sort of tired from the trip to New York and all, and I started yawning.
Then I started horsing around a little bit. Sometimes I horse around quite a lot, just to
keep from getting bored. What I did was, I pulled the old peak of my hunting hat around
to the front, then pulled it way down over my eyes. That way, I couldn't see a goddam
thing. "I think I'm going blind," I said in this very hoarse voice. "Mother darling,
everything's getting so dark in here."
"You're nuts. I swear to God," Ackley said.
"Mother darling, give me your hand, Why won't you give me your hand?"
"For Chrissake, grow up."
I started groping around in front of me, like a blind guy, but without getting up or
anything. I kept saying, "Mother darling, why won't you give me your hand?" I was only
horsing around, naturally. That stuff gives me a bang sometimes. Besides, I know it
annoyed hell out of old Ackley. He always brought out the old sadist in me. I was pretty
sadistic with him quite often. Finally, I quit, though. I pulled the peak around to the back
again, and relaxed.

38 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:57:25.99 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

"Who belongsa this?" Ackley said. He was holding my roommate's knee
supporter up to show me. That guy Ackley'd pick up anything. He'd even pick up your
jock strap or something. I told him it was Stradlater's. So he chucked it on Stradlater's
bed. He got it off Stradlater's chiffonier, so he chucked it on the bed.
He came over and sat down on the arm of Stradlater's chair. He never sat down in
a chair. Just always on the arm. "Where the hellja get that hat?" he said.
"New York."
"How much?"
"A buck."
"You got robbed." He started cleaning his goddam fingernails with the end of a
match. He was always cleaning his fingernails. It was funny, in a way. His teeth were
always mossy-looking, and his ears were always dirty as hell, but he was always cleaning
his fingernails. I guess he thought that made him a very neat guy. He took another look at
my hat while he was cleaning them. "Up home we wear a hat like that to shoot deer in,
for Chrissake," he said. "That's a deer shooting hat."
"Like hell it is." I took it off and looked at it. I sort of closed one eye, like I was
taking aim at it. "This is a people shooting hat," I said. "I shoot people in this hat."
"Your folks know you got kicked out yet?"
"Nope."
"Where the hell's Stradlater at, anyway?"
"Down at the game. He's got a date." I yawned. I was yawning all over the place.
For one thing, the room was too damn hot. It made you sleepy. At Pencey, you either
froze to death or died of the heat.

39 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:58:09.36 ID:vcQlPcPjO.net

頭にリボン着けたスケルトン娘とか出て来ないのかな
見た目じゃよく判らんって悩んでたら突然現れた湯屋敦子の声のゲストキャラが
｢骨盤等の形状から10代の若い女性である事は明白よ！｣
って頭にバシーッとリボン貼り付けて去っていくみたいな

40 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 10:58:58.50 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

"The great Stradlater," Ackley said. "--Hey. Lend me your scissors a second,
willya? Ya got 'em handy?"
"No. I packed them already. They're way in the top of the closet."
"Get 'em a second, willya?" Ackley said, "I got this hangnail I want to cut off."
He didn't care if you'd packed something or not and had it way in the top of the
closet. I got them for him though. I nearly got killed doing it, too. The second I opened
the closet door, Stradlater's tennis racket--in its wooden press and all--fell right on my
head. It made a big clunk, and it hurt like hell. It damn near killed old Ackley, though. He
started laughing in this very high falsetto voice. He kept laughing the whole time I was
taking down my suitcase and getting the scissors out for him. Something like that--a guy
getting hit on the head with a rock or something--tickled the pants off Ackley. "You have
a damn good sense of humor, Ackley kid," I told him. "You know that?" I handed him the
scissors. "Lemme be your manager. I'll get you on the goddam radio." I sat down in my
chair again, and he started cutting his big horny-looking nails. "How 'bout using the table
or something?" I said. "Cut 'em over the table, willya? I don't feel like walking on your
crumby nails in my bare feet tonight." He kept right on cutting them over the floor,
though. What lousy manners. I mean it.
"Who's Stradlater's date?" he said. He was always keeping tabs on who Stradlater
was dating, even though he hated Stradlater's guts.
"I don't know. Why?"
"No reason. Boy, I can't stand that sonuvabitch. He's one sonuvabitch I really can't
stand."

41 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:04:22.54 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

"He's conceited, but he's very generous in some things. He really is," I said.
"Look. Suppose, for instance, Stradlater was wearing a tie or something that you liked.
Say he had a tie on that you liked a helluva lot--I'm just giving you an example, now.
You know what he'd do? He'd probably take it off and give it ta you. He really would.
Or--you know what he'd do? He'd leave it on your bed or something. But he'd give you
the goddam tie. Most guys would probably just--"
"Hell," Ackley said. "If I had his dough, I would, too."
"No, you wouldn't." I shook my head. "No, you wouldn't, Ackley kid. If you had
his dough, you'd be one of the biggest--"
"Stop calling me 'Ackley kid,' God damn it. I'm old enough to be your lousy
father."
"No, you're not." Boy, he could really be aggravating sometimes. He never missed
a chance to let you know you were sixteen and he was eighteen. "In the first place, I
wouldn't let you in my goddam family," I said.
"Well, just cut out calling me--"
All of a sudden the door opened, and old Stradlater barged in, in a big hurry. He
was always in a big hurry. Everything was a very big deal. He came over to me and gave
me these two playful as hell slaps on both cheeks--which is something that can be very
annoying. 'Listen," he said. "You going out anywheres special tonight?"
"I don't know. I might. What the hell's it doing out--snowing?" He had snow all
over his coat.
"Yeah. Listen. If you're not going out anyplace special, how 'bout lending me
your hound's-tooth jacket?"

42 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:04:50.38 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

"Who won the game?" I said.
"It's only the half. We're leaving," Stradlater said. "No kidding, you gonna use
your hound's-tooth tonight or not? I spilled some crap all over my gray flannel."
"No, but I don't want you stretching it with your goddam shoulders and all," I
said. We were practically the same heighth, but he weighed about twice as much as I did.
He had these very broad shoulders.
"I won't stretch it." He went over to the closet in a big hurry. "How'sa boy,
Ackley?" he said to Ackley. He was at least a pretty friendly guy, Stradlater. It was partly
a phony kind of friendly, but at least he always said hello to Ackley and all.
Ackley just sort of grunted when he said "How'sa boy?" He wouldn't answer him,
but he didn't have guts enough not to at least grunt. Then he said to me, "I think I'll get
going. See ya later."
"Okay," I said. He never exactly broke your heart when he went back to his own
room.
Old Stradlater started taking off his coat and tie and all. "I think maybe I'll take a
fast shave," he said. He had a pretty heavy beard. He really did.
"Where's your date?" I asked him.
"She's waiting in the Annex." He went out of the room with his toilet kit and
towel under his arm. No shirt on or anything. He always walked around in his bare torso
because he thought he had a damn good build. He did, too. I have to admit it.

43 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:05:19.79 ID:NgxO43W00.net

気遣いというと人気順位も高いラク姐さんとかスーだよね

44 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:06:17.35 ID:KgkGslZ70.net

>>36
人魚が気遣いできるにカウントするならセントレアも気遣いできるになるだろ

45 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:06:44.43 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

Anyway, I was sitting on the washbowl next to where Stradlater was shaving, sort
of turning the water on and off. I still had my red hunting hat on, with the peak around to
the back and all. I really got a bang out of that hat.
"Hey," Stradlater said. "Wanna do me a big favor?"
"What?" I said. Not too enthusiastic. He was always asking you to do him a big
favor. You take a very handsome guy, or a guy that thinks he's a real hot-shot, and they're
always asking you to do them a big favor. Just because they're crazy about themseif, they
think you're crazy about them, too, and that you're just dying to do them a favor. It's sort
of funny, in a way.
"You goin' out tonight?" he said.
"I might. I might not. I don't know. Why?"
"I got about a hundred pages to read for history for Monday," he said. "How 'bout
writing a composition for me, for English? I'll be up the creek if I don't get the goddam
thing in by Monday, the reason I ask. How 'bout it?"
It was very ironical. It really was.
"I'm the one that's flunking out of the goddam place, and you're asking me to
write you a goddam composition," I said.
"Yeah, I know. The thing is, though, I'll be up the creek if I don't get it in. Be a
buddy. Be a buddyroo. Okay?"
I didn't answer him right away. Suspense is good for some bastards like
Stradlater.
"What on?" I said.

46 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:07:11.64 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

"Anything. Anything descriptive. A room. Or a house. Or something you once
lived in or something-- you know. Just as long as it's descriptive as hell." He gave out a
big yawn while he said that. Which is something that gives me a royal pain in the ass. I
mean if somebody yawns right while they're asking you to do them a goddam favor. "Just
don't do it too good, is all," he said. "That sonuvabitch Hartzell thinks you're a hot-shot in
English, and he knows you're my roommate. So I mean don't stick all the commas and
stuff in the right place."
That's something else that gives me a royal pain. I mean if you're good at writing
compositions and somebody starts talking about commas. Stradlater was always doing
that. He wanted you to think that the only reason he was lousy at writing compositions
was because he stuck all the commas in the wrong place. He was a little bit like Ackley,
that way. I once sat next to Ackley at this basketball game. We had a terrific guy on the
team, Howie Coyle, that could sink them from the middle of the floor, without even
touching the backboard or anything. Ackley kept saying, the whole goddam game, that
Coyle had a perfect build for basketball. God, how I hate that stuff.

47 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:13:11.77 ID:alIEEPOV0.net

>>33
なるべく謎の光や湯気で隠さずカメラアングルとかで隠すつもりらしいからもしかしたらそのシーンも漫画みたいに上からのアングルになるんじゃないかな
そのせいか円盤もオンエア版と解禁版2パターン分収録されてる

48 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:14:16.55 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

"No. It was supposed to he, but the arrangements got all screwed up. I got Bud
Thaw's girl's roommate now . . . Hey. I almost forgot. She knows you."
"Who does?" I said.
"My date."
"Yeah?" I said. "What's her name?" I was pretty interested.
"I'm thinking . . . Uh. Jean Gallagher."
Boy, I nearly dropped dead when he said that.
"Jane Gallagher," I said. I even got up from the washbowl when he said that. I
damn near dropped dead. "You're damn right I know her. She practically lived right next
door to me, the summer before last. She had this big damn Doberman pinscher. That's
how I met her. Her dog used to keep coming over in our--"
"You're right in my light, Holden, for Chrissake," Stradlater said. "Ya have to
stand right there?"
Boy, was I excited, though. I really was.
"Where is she?" I asked him. "I oughta go down and say hello to her or
something. Where is she? In the Annex?"
"Yeah."
"How'd she happen to mention me? Does she go to B.M. now? She said she might
go there. She said she might go to Shipley, too. I thought she went to Shipley. How'd she
happen to mention me?" I was pretty excited. I really was.
"I don't know, for Chrissake. Lift up, willya? You're on my towel," Stradlater
said. I was sitting on his stupid towel.

49 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:14:45.67 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

"Jane Gallagher," I said. I couldn't get over it. "Jesus H. Christ."
Old Stradlater was putting Vitalis on his hair. My Vitalis.
"She's a dancer," I said. "Ballet and all. She used to practice about two hours
every day, right in the middle of the hottest weather and all. She was worried that it might
make her legs lousy--all thick and all. I used to play checkers with her all the time."
"You used to play what with her all the time?"
"Checkers."
"Checkers, for Chrissake!"
"Yeah. She wouldn't move any of her kings. What she'd do, when she'd get a king,
she wouldn't move it. She'd just leave it in the back row. She'd get them all lined up in the
back row. Then she'd never use them. She just liked the way they looked when they were
all in the back row."
Stradlater didn't say anything. That kind of stuff doesn't interest most people.
"Her mother belonged to the same club we did," I said. "I used to caddy once in a
while, just to make some dough. I caddy'd for her mother a couple of times. She went
around in about a hundred and seventy, for nine holes."
Stradlater wasn't hardly listening. He was combing his gorgeous locks.
"I oughta go down and at least say hello to her," I said.
"Why don'tcha?"
"I will, in a minute."

50 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:15:05.01 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

He started parting his hair all over again. It took him about an hour to comb his
hair.
"Her mother and father were divorced. Her mother was married again to some
booze hound," I said. "Skinny guy with hairy legs. I remember him. He wore shorts all
the time. Jane said he was supposed to be a playwright or some goddam thing, but all I
ever saw him do was booze all the time and listen to every single goddam mystery
program on the radio. And run around the goddam house, naked. With Jane around, and
all."
"Yeah?" Stradlater said. That really interested him. About the booze hound
running around the house naked, with Jane around. Stradlater was a very sexy bastard.
"She had a lousy childhood. I'm not kidding."
That didn't interest Stradlater, though. Only very sexy stuff interested him.
"Jane Gallagher. Jesus . . . I couldn't get her off my mind. I really couldn't. "I
oughta go down and say hello to her, at least."
"Why the hell don'tcha, instead of keep saying it?" Stradlater said.
I walked over to the window, but you couldn't see out of it, it was so steamy from
all the heat in the can.. "I'm not in the mood right now," I said. I wasn't, either. You have
to be in the mood for those things. "I thought she went to Shipley. I could've sworn she
went to Shipley." I walked around the can for a little while. I didn't have anything else to
do. "Did she enjoy the game?" I said.
"Yeah, I guess so. I don't know."

51 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:16:07.88 ID:sjQJaF/w0.net

中の人の演技が光るな
こんな演技も出来たんかと

52 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:17:40.78 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

I pulled the peak of my hunting hat around to the front all of a sudden, for a
change. I was getting sort of nervous, all of a sudden. I'm quite a nervous guy. "Listen,
where ya going on your date with her?" I asked him. "Ya know yet?"
"I don't know. New York, if we have time. She only signed out for nine-thirty, for
Chrissake."
I didn't like the way he said it, so I said, "The reason she did that, she probably
just didn't know what a handsome, charming bastard you are. If she'd known, she
probably would've signed out for nine-thirty in the morning."
"Goddam right," Stradlater said. You couldn't rile him too easily. He was too
conceited. "No kidding, now. Do that composition for me," he said. He had his coat on,
and he was all ready to go. "Don't knock yourself out or anything, but just make it
descriptive as hell. Okay?"
I didn't answer him. I didn't feel like it. All I said was, "Ask her if she still keeps
all her kings in the back row."
"Okay," Stradlater said, but I knew he wouldn't. "Take it easy, now." He banged
the hell out of the room.
I sat there for about a half hour after he left. I mean I just sat in my chair, not
doing anything. I kept thinking about Jane, and about Stradlater having a date with her
and all. It made me so nervous I nearly went crazy. I already told you what a sexy bastard
Stradlater was.
All of a sudden, Ackley barged back in again, through the damn shower curtains,
as usual. For once in my stupid life, I was really glad to see him. He took my mind off the
other stuff.

53 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:19:00.02 ID:kDpbsw+d0.net

モン娘でラブコメハーレムのテンプレしてるだけで話ぜんぜんおもしろくねーな
人外好きだけどこれは無いわ

54 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:20:22.82 ID:q7vavMJP0.net

ちゅぱちゅぱ小澤亜李、くわえ上手

55 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:21:44.51 ID:3ikZ+C8r0.net

>>54
エロゲ大活躍してる人なんかな？

56 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:21:55.25 ID:ellC0dem0.net

リ、リテイクいっぱい出されてるからちゅぱ音・・・！

57 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:24:30.34 ID:OO9soFgA0.net

ほーらパピちゃんアイスだぞー

58 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:27:21.13 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

It took him about five hours to get ready. While he was doing it, I went over to
my window and opened it and packed a snowball with my bare hands. The snow was
very good for packing. I didn't throw it at anything, though. I started to throw it. At a car
that was parked across the street. But I changed my mind. The car looked so nice and
white. Then I started to throw it at a hydrant, but that looked too nice and white, too.
Finally I didn't throw it at anything. All I did was close the window and walk around the
room with the snowball, packing it harder. A little while later, I still had it with me when
I and Brossnad and Ackley got on the bus. The bus driver opened the doors and made me
throw it out. I told him I wasn't going to chuck it at anybody, but he wouldn't believe me.
People never believe you.
Brossard and Ackley both had seen the picture that was playing, so all we did, we
just had a couple of hamburgers and played the pinball machine for a little while, then
took the bus back to Pencey. I didn't care about not seeing the movie, anyway. It was
supposed to be a comedy, with Cary Grant in it, and all that crap. Besides, I'd been to the
movies with Brossard and Ackley before. They both laughed like hyenas at stuff that
wasn't even funny. I didn't even enjoy sitting next to them in the movies.

59 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:27:47.90 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

It was only about a quarter to nine when we got back to the dorm. Old Brossard
was a bridge fiend, and he started looking around the dorm for a game. Old Ackley
parked himself in my room, just for a change. Only, instead of sitting on the arm of
Stradlater's chair, he laid down on my bed, with his face right on my pillow and all. He
started talking in this very monotonous voice, and picking at all his pimples. I dropped
about a thousand hints, but I couldn't get rid of him. All he did was keep talking in this
very monotonous voice about some babe he was supposed to have had sexual intercourse
with the summer before. He'd already told me about it about a hundred times. Every time
he told it, it was different. One minute he'd be giving it to her in his cousin's Buick, the
next minute he'd be giving it to her under some boardwalk. It was all a lot of crap,
naturally. He was a virgin if ever I saw one. I doubt if he ever even gave anybody a feel.
Anyway, finally I had to come right out and tell him that I had to write a composition for
Stradlater, and that he had to clear the hell out, so I could concentrate. He finally did, but
he took his time about it, as usual. After he left, I put on my pajamas and bathrobe and
my old hunting hat, and started writing the composition.

60 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:28:08.58 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

The thing was, I couldn't think of a room or a house or anything to describe the
way Stradlater said he had to have. I'm not too crazy about describing rooms and houses
anyway. So what I did, I wrote about my brother Allie's baseball mitt. It was a very
descriptive subject. It really was. My brother Allie had this left-handed fielder's mitt. He
was left-handed. The thing that was descriptive about it, though, was that he had poems
written all over the fingers and the pocket and everywhere. In green ink. He wrote them
on it so that he'd have something to read when he was in the field and nobody was up at
bat. He's dead now. He got leukemia and died when we were up in Maine, on July 18,
1946. You'd have liked him. He was two years younger than I was, but he was about fifty
times as intelligent. He was terrifically intelligent. His teachers were always writing
letters to my mother, telling her what a pleasure it was having a boy like Allie in their
class. And they weren't just shooting the crap. They really meant it. But it wasn't just that
he was the most intelligent member in the family. He was also the nicest, in lots of ways.
He never got mad at anybody. 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.

61 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:28:48.63 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

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. God, he was a nice kid, though. He used to laugh so hard at something he
thought of at the dinner table that he just about fell off his chair. I was only thirteen, and
they were going to have me psychoanalyzed and all, because I broke all the windows in
the garage. I don't blame them. I really don't. I slept in the garage the night he died, and I
broke all the goddam windows with my fist, just for the hell of it. I even tried to break all
the windows on the station wagon we had that summer, but my hand was already broken
and everything by that time, and I couldn't do it. It was a very stupid thing to do, I'll
admit, but I hardly didn't even know I was doing it, and you didn't know Allie. My hand
still hurts me once in a while when it rains and all, and I can't make a real fist any more--
not a tight one, I mean--but outside of that I don't care much. I mean I'm not going to be a
goddam surgeon or a violinist or anything anyway.

62 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:29:26.69 ID:n01DEubJ0.net

つまりフィストファックの形になるな

63 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:29:33.57 ID:AkkYmnwB0.net

久しぶりにミルクアイス棒を買った
おいしかった(小波)

64 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:29:48.02 ID:SggE2RdB0.net

乳揉みよかったです

65 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:30:10.19 ID:nkLoYRhB0.net

次逃げたら近親相姦だそうだが相手は俺でもいいのかな

66 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:32:01.17 ID:M57rDOpO0.net

いまこここスレ、なんか、荒らされてる？

67 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:34:35.21 ID:uLQrk4Du0.net

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68 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:35:16.56 ID:uLQrk4Du0.net

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69 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:36:10.27 ID:uLQrk4Du0.net

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70 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:37:03.66 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

6
Some things are hard to remember. I'm thinking now of when Stradlater got back
from his date with Jane. I mean I can't remember exactly what I was doing when I heard
his goddam stupid footsteps coming down the corridor. I probably was still looking out
the window, but I swear I can't remember. I was so damn worried, that's why. When I
really worry about something, I don't just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom
when I worry about something. Only, I don't go. I'm too worried to go. I don't want to
interrupt my worrying to go. If you knew Stradlater, you'd have been worried, too. I'd
double-dated with that bastard a couple of times, and I know what I'm talking about. He
was unscrupulous. He really was.
Anyway, the corridor was all linoleum and all, and you could hear his goddam
footsteps coming right towards the room. I don't even remember where I was sitting when
he came in--at the window, or in my chair or his. I swear I can't remember.
He came in griping about how cold it was out. Then he said, "Where the hell is
everybody? It's like a goddam morgue around here." I didn't even bother to answer him.
If he was so goddam stupid not to realize it was Saturday night and everybody was out or
asleep or home for the week end, I wasn't going to break my neck telling him. He started
getting undressed. He didn't say one goddam word about Jane. Not one. Neither did I. I
just watched him. All he did was thank me for letting him wear my hound's-tooth. He
hung it up on a hanger and put it in the closet.

71 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:37:11.86 ID:8STt1WTZ0.net

>>66
モン娘大好きな外人さんが来たのかと思ったら普通に荒らしだった

72 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:37:24.03 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

Then when he was taking off his tie, he asked me if I'd written his goddam
composition for him. I told him it was over on his goddam bed. He walked over and read
it while he was unbuttoning his shirt. He stood there, reading it, and sort of stroking his
bare chest and stomach, with this very stupid expression on his face. He was always
stroking his stomach or his chest. He was mad about himself.
All of a sudden, he said, "For Chrissake, Holden. This is about a goddam baseball
glove."
"So what?" I said. Cold as hell.
"Wuddaya mean so what? I told ya it had to be about a goddam room or a house
or something."
"You said it had to be descriptive. What the hell's the difference if it's about a
baseball glove?"
"God damn it." He was sore as hell. He was really furious. "You always do
everything backasswards." He looked at me. "No wonder you're flunking the hell out of
here," he said. "You don't do one damn thing the way you're supposed to. I mean it. Not
one damn thing."
"All right, give it back to me, then," I said. I went over and pulled it right out of
his goddam hand. Then I tore it up.
"What the hellja do that for?" he said.

73 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:37:50.35 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

I didn't even answer him. I just threw the pieces in the wastebasket. Then I lay
down on my bed, and we both didn't say anything for a long time. He got all undressed,
down to his shorts, and I lay on my bed and lit a cigarette. You weren't allowed to smoke
in the dorm, but you could do it late at night when everybody was asleep or out and
nobody could smell the smoke. Besides, I did it to annoy Stradlater. It drove him crazy
when you broke any rules. He never smoked in the dorm. It was only me.
He still didn't say one single solitary word about Jane. So finally I said, "You're
back pretty goddam late if she only signed out for nine-thirty. Did you make her be late
signing in?"
He was sitting on the edge of his bed, cutting his goddam toenails, when I asked
him that. "Coupla minutes," he said. "Who the hell signs out for nine-thirty on a Saturday
night?" God, how I hated him.
"Did you go to New York?" I said.
"Ya crazy? How the hell could we go to New York if she only signed out for
nine-thirty?"
"That's tough."
He looked up at me. "Listen," he said, "if you're gonna smoke in the room, how
'bout going down to the can and do it? You may be getting the hell out of here, but I have
to stick around long enough to graduate."
I ignored him. I really did. I went right on smoking like a madman. All I did was
sort of turn over on my side and watched him cut his damn toenails. What a school. You
were always watching somebody cut their damn toenails or squeeze their pimples or
something.

74 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:38:09.87 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

"Did you give her my regards?" I asked him.
"Yeah."
The hell he did, the bastard.
"What'd she say?" I said. "Did you ask her if she still keeps all her kings in the
back row?"
"No, I didn't ask her. What the hell ya think we did all night--play checkers, for
Chrissake?"
I didn't even answer him. God, how I hated him.
"If you didn't go to New York, where'd ya go with her?" I asked him, after a little
while. I could hardly keep my voice from shaking all over the place. Boy, was I getting
nervous. I just had a feeling something had gone funny.
He was finished cutting his damn toenails. So he got up from the bed, in just his
damn shorts and all, and started getting very damn playful. He came over to my bed and
started leaning over me and taking these playful as hell socks at my shoulder. "Cut it
out," I said. "Where'd you go with her if you didn't go to New York?"
"Nowhere. We just sat in the goddam car." He gave me another one of those
playtul stupid little socks on the shoulder.
"Cut it out," I said. "Whose car?"
"Ed Banky's."
Ed Banky was the basketball coach at Pencey. Old Stradlater was one of his pets,
because he was the center on the team, and Ed Banky always let him borrow his car when
he wanted it. It wasn't allowed for students to borrow faculty guys' cars, but all the
athletic bastards stuck together. In every school I've gone to, all the athletic bastards stick
together.

75 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:41:57.67 ID:B9n32lrn0.net

主人公以外にモン娘と交流してる人間がほぼ存在しないんだよなあ

76 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:42:58.04 ID:M57rDOpO0.net

>>75
墨須さん

77 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:43:41.49 ID:nkLoYRhB0.net

てゆーかなんでパピはミーアと一緒に寝ていて怯えていたんだ？
風呂でケンカしてたようだけど

78 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:43:54.93 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

He wouldn't do it, though. He kept holding onto my wrists and I kept calling him
a sonuvabitch and all, for around ten hours. I can hardly even remember what all I said to
him. I told him he thought he could give the time to anybody he felt like. I told him he
didn't even care if a girl kept all her kings in the back row or not, and the reason he didn't
care was because he was a goddam stupid moron. He hated it when you called a moron.
All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
"Shut up, now, Holden," he said with his big stupid red face. "just shut up, now."
"You don't even know if her first name is Jane or Jean, ya goddam moron!"
"Now, shut up, Holden, God damn it--I'm warning ya," he said--I really had him
going. "If you don't shut up, I'm gonna slam ya one."
"Get your dirty stinking moron knees off my chest."
"If I letcha up, will you keep your mouth shut?"
I didn't even answer him.
He said it over again. "Holden. If I letcha up, willya keep your mouth shut?"
"Yes."
He got up off me, and I got up, too. My chest hurt like hell from his dirty knees.
"You're a dirty stupid sonuvabitch of a moron," I told him.
That got him really mad. He shook his big stupid finger in my face. "Holden, God
damn it, I'm warning you, now. For the last time. If you don't keep your yap shut, I'm
gonna--"

79 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:44:27.26 ID:9FfHL09O0.net

>>66
黙ってNGぶちこんでスッキリ

80 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:45:02.17 ID:hwwqYpVp0.net

>>77締め付けられてたから

81 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:45:41.23 ID:9FfHL09O0.net

>>77
怯えていたというよりは軽く絞められてたんだろうな

82 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:47:06.32 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

7
A tiny bit of light came through the shower curtains and all from our room, and I
could see him lying in bed. I knew damn well he was wide awake. "Ackley?" I said.
"Y'awake?"
"Yeah."
It was pretty dark, and I stepped on somebody's shoe on the floor and danm near
fell on my head. Ackley sort of sat up in bed and leaned on his arm. He had a lot of white
stuff on his face, for his pimples. He looked sort of spooky in the dark. "What the hellya
doing, anyway?" I said.
"Wuddaya mean what the hell am I doing? I was tryna sleep before you guys
started making all that noise. What the hell was the fight about, anyhow?"
"Where's the light?" I couldn't find the light. I was sliding my hand all over the
wall.
"Wuddaya want the light for? . . . Right next to your hand."
I finally found the switch and turned It on. Old Ackley put his hand up so the light
wouldn't hurt his eyes.
"Jesus!" he said. "What the hell happened to you?" He meant all the blood and all.
"I had a little goddam tiff with Stradlater," I said. Then I sat down on the floor.
They never had any chairs in their room. I don't know what the hell they did with their
chairs. "Listen," I said, "do you feel like playing a little Canasta?" He was a Canasta
fiend.

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"You're still bleeding, for Chrissake. You better put something on it."
"It'll stop. Listen. Ya wanna play a little Canasta or don'tcha?"
"Canasta, for Chrissake. Do you know what time it is, by any chance?"
"It isn't late. It's only around eleven, eleven-thirty."
"Only around!" Ackley said. "Listen. I gotta get up and go to Mass in the
morning, for Chrissake. You guys start hollering and fighting in the middle of the
goddam--What the hell was the fight about, anyhow?"
"It's a long story. I don't wanna bore ya, Ackley. I'm thinking of your welfare," I
told him. I never discussed my personal life with him. In the first place, he was even
more stupid than Stradlater. Stradlater was a goddam genius next to Ackley. "Hey," I
said, "is it okay if I sleep in Ely's bed tonight? He won't be back till tomorrow night, will
he?" I knew damn well he wouldn't. Ely went home damn near every week end.
"I don't know when the hell he's coming back," Ackley said.
Boy, did that annoy me. "What the hell do you mean you don't know when he's
coming back? He never comes back till Sunday night, does he?"
"No, but for Chrissake, I can't just tell somebody they can sleep in his goddam
bed if they want to."
That killed me. I reached up from where I was sitting on the floor and patted him
on the goddam shoulder. "You're a prince, Ackley kid," I said. "You know that?"
"No, I mean it--I can't just tell somebody they can sleep in--"
"You're a real prince. You're a gentleman and a scholar, kid," I said. He really
was, too. "Do you happen to have any cigarettes, by any chance?--Say 'no' or I'll drop
dead."

84 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:47:52.52 ID:W0sUTKPc0.net

主人公は結構ガッチリした身体してるけど小柄なパピが締め付けられたらヤバいと思う

85 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:47:57.67 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

"No, I don't, as a matter of fact. Listen, what the hell was the fight about?"
I didn't answer him. All I did was, I got up and went over and looked out the
window. I felt so lonesome, all of a sudden. I almost wished I was dead.
"What the hell was the fight about, anyhow?" Ackley said, for about the fiftieth
time. He certainly was a bore about that.
"About you," I said.
"About me, for Chrissake?"
"Yeah. I was defending your goddam honor. Stradlater said you had a lousy
personality. I couldn't let him get away with that stuff."
That got him excited. "He did? No kidding? He did?"
I told him I was only kidding, and then I went over and laid down on Ely's bed.
Boy, did I feel rotten. I felt so damn lonesome.
"This room stinks," I said. "I can smell your socks from way over here. Don'tcha
ever send them to the laundry?"
"If you don't like it, you know what you can do," Ackley said. What a witty guy.
"How 'bout turning off the goddam light?"
I didn't turn it off right away, though. I just kept laying there on Ely's bed,
thinking about Jane and all. It just drove me stark staring mad when I thought about her
and Stradlater parked somewhere in that fat-assed Ed Banky's car. Every time I thought
about it, I felt like jumping out the window. The thing is, you didn't know Stradlater. I
knew him. Most guys at Pencey just talked about having sexual intercourse with girls all
the time--like Ackley, for instance--but old Stradlater really did it. I was personally
acquainted with at least two girls he gave the time to. That's the truth.

86 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:50:28.90 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

"Tell me the story of your fascinating life, Ackley kid," I said.
"How 'bout turning off the goddam light? I gotta get up for Mass in the morning."
I got up and turned it off, if it made him happy. Then I laid down on Ely's bed
again.
"What're ya gonna do--sleep in Ely's bed?" Ackley said. He was the perfect host,
boy.
"I may. I may not. Don't worry about it."
"I'm not worried about it. Only, I'd hate like hell if Ely came in all of a sudden and
found some guy--"
"Relax. I'm not gonna sleep here. I wouldn't abuse your goddam hospitality."
A couple of minutes later, he was snoring like mad. I kept laying there in the dark
anyway, though, trying not to think about old Jane and Stradlater in that goddam Ed
Banky's car. But it was almost impossible. The trouble was, I knew that guy Stradlater's
technique. That made it even worse. We once double-dated, in Ed Banky's car, and
Stradlater was in the back, with his date, and I was in the front with mine. What a
technique that guy had. What he'd do was, he'd start snowing his date in this very quiet,
sincere voice--like as if he wasn't only a very handsome guy but a nice, sincere guy, too. I
damn near puked, listening to him. His date kept saying, "No--please. Please, don't.
Please." But old Stradlater kept snowing her in this Abraham Lincoln, sincere voice, and
finally there'd be this terrific silence in the back of the car. It was really embarrassing. I
don't think he gave that girl the time that night--but damn near. Damn near.
While I was laying there trying not to think, I heard old Stradlater come back
from the can and go in our room. You could hear him putting away his crumby toilet
articles and all, and opening the window. He was a fresh-air fiend. Then, a little while
later, he turned off the light. He didn't even look around to see where I was at.

87 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:55:53.59 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

"Relax," I said. "Nobody's making any cracks about your goddam religion." I got
up off Ely's bed, and started towards the door. I didn't want to hang around in that stupid
atmosphere any more. I stopped on the way, though, and picked up Ackley's hand, and
gave him a big, phony handshake. He pulled it away from me. "What's the idea?" he said.
"No idea. I just want to thank you for being such a goddam prince, that's all," I
said. I said it in this very sincere voice. "You're aces, Ackley kid," I said. "You know
that?"
"Wise guy. Someday somebody's gonna bash your--"
I didn't even bother to listen to him. I shut the damn door and went out in the
corridor.
Everybody was asleep or out or home for the week end, and it was very, very
quiet and depressing in the corridor. There was this empty box of Kolynos toothpaste
outside Leahy and Hoffman's door, and while I walked down towards the stairs, I kept
giving it a boot with this sheep-lined slipper I had on. What I thought I'd do, I thought I
might go down and see what old Mal Brossard was doing. But all of a sudden, I changed
my mind. All of a sudden, I decided what I'd really do, I'd get the hell out of Pencey--
right that same night and all. I mean not wait till Wednesday or anything. I just didn't
want to hang around any more. It made me too sad and lonesome. So what I decided to
do, I decided I'd take a room in a hotel in New York--some very inexpensive hotel and
all--and just take it easy till Wednesday.

88 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:56:17.62 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

Then, on Wednesday, I'd go home all rested up
and feeling swell. I figured my parents probably wouldn't get old Thurmer's letter saying
I'd been given the ax till maybe Tuesday or Wednesday. I didn't want to go home or
anything till they got it and thoroughly digested it and all. I didn't want to be around
when they first got it. My mother gets very hysterical. She's not too bad after she gets
something thoroughly digested, though. Besides, I sort of needed a little vacation. My
nerves were shot. They really were.
Anyway, that's what I decided I'd do. So I went back to the room and turned on
the light, to start packing and all. I already had quite a few things packed. Old Stradlater
didn't even wake up. I lit a cigarette and got all dressed and then I packed these two
Gladstones I have. It only took me about two minutes. I'm a very rapid packer.
One thing about packing depressed me a little. I had to pack these brand-new ice
skates my mother had practically just sent me a couple of days before. That depressed
me. I could see my mother going in Spaulding's and asking the salesman a million dopy
questions--and here I was getting the ax again. It made me feel pretty sad. She bought me
the wrong kind of skates--I wanted racing skates and she bought hockey--but it made me
sad anyway. Almost every time somebody gives me a present, it ends up making me sad.

89 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:58:26.99 ID:2/YR7B0F0.net

>>79
コピペ荒らしだから、こらこら申請したら焼いてもらえるんじゃない？

90 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 11:59:57.77 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

8
It was too late to call up for a cab or anything, so I walked the whole way to the
station. It wasn't too far, but it was cold as hell, and the snow made it hard for walking,
and my Gladstones kept banging hell out of my legs. I sort of enjoyed the air and all,
though. The only trouble was, the cold made my nose hurt, and right under my upper lip,
where old Stradlater'd laid one on me. He'd smacked my lip right on my teeth, and it was
pretty sore. My ears were nice and warm, though. That hat I bought had earlaps in it, and
I put them on--I didn't give a damn how I looked. Nobody was around anyway.
Everybody was in the sack.
I was quite lucky when I got to the station, because I only had to wait about ten
minutes for a train. While I waited, I got some snow in my hand and washed my face
with it. I still had quite a bit of blood on.
Usually I like riding on trains, especially at night, with the lights on and the
windows so black, and one of those guys coming up the aisle selling coffee and
sandwiches and magazines. I usually buy a ham sandwich and about four magazines. If
I'm on a train at night, I can usually even read one of those dumb stories in a magazine
without puking. You know. One of those stories with a lot of phony, lean-jawed guys
named David in it, and a lot of phony girls named Linda or Marcia that are always
lighting all the goddam Davids' pipes for them. I can even read one of those lousy stories
on a train at night, usually. But this time, it was different. I just didn't feel like it. I just
sort of sat and not did anything. All I did was take off my hunting hat and put it in my
pocket.

91 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 12:00:15.06 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

All of a sudden, this lady got on at Trenton and sat down next to me. Practically
the whole car was empty, because it was pretty late and all, but she sat down next to me,
instead of an empty seat, because she had this big bag with her and I was sitting in the
front seat. She stuck the bag right out in the middle of the aisle, where the conductor and
everybody could trip over it. She had these orchids on, like she'd just been to a big party
or something. She was around forty or forty-five, I guess, but 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 quite sexy. I just like them, I mean. They're always leaving their goddam
bags out in the middle of the aisle.
Anyway, we were sitting there, and all of a sudden she said to me, "Excuse me,
but isn't that a Pencey Prep sticker?" She was looking up at my suitcases, up on the rack.
"Yes, it is," I said. She was right. I did have a goddam Pencey sticker on one of
my Gladstones. Very corny, I'll admit.
"Oh, do you go to Pencey?" she said. She had a nice voice. A nice telephone
voice, mostly. She should've carried a goddam telephone around with her.
"Yes, I do," I said.
"Oh, how lovely! Perhaps you know my son, then, Ernest Morrow? He goes to
Pencey."

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"Well. He's a very sensitive boy. He's really never been a terribly good mixer with
other boys. Perhaps he takes things a little more seriously than he should at his age."
Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a goddam
toilet seat.
I gave her a good look. She didn't look like any dope to me. She looked like she
might have a pretty damn good idea what a bastard she was the mother of. But you can't
always tell--with somebody's mother, I mean. Mothers are all slightly insane. The thing
is, though, I liked old Morrow's mother. She was all right. "Would you care for a
cigarette?" I asked her.
She looked all around. "I don't believe this is a smoker, Rudolf," she said. Rudolf.
That killed me.
"That's all right. We can smoke till they start screaming at us," I said. She took a
cigarette off me, and I gave her a light.
She looked nice, smoking. She inhaled and all, but she didn't wolf the smoke
down, the way most women around her age do. She had a lot of charm. She had quite a
lot of sex appeal, too, if you really want to know.
She was looking at me sort of funny. I may be wrong but I believe your nose is
bleeding, dear, she said, all of a sudden

93 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 12:02:24.32 ID:sNRPM8XQ0.net

2話も最高だった
久しぶりにドストライクなアニメが来てホクホク状態
モン娘だしエロいしハーレムだし嫌なキャラが一人もいないし素晴らしい

94 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 12:02:26.70 ID:3cBKrk440.net

あらさないでください

95 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 12:02:42.82 ID:c+fSzEkt0.net

I nodded and took out my handkerchief. "I got hit with a snowball," I said. "One
of those very icy ones." I probably would've told her what really happened, but it
would've taken too long. I liked her, though. I was beginning to feel sort of sorry I'd told
her my name was Rudolf Schmidt. "Old Ernie," I said. "He's one of the most popular
boys at Pencey. Did you know that?"
"No, I didn't."
I nodded. "It really took everybody quite a long time to get to know him. He's a
funny guy. A strange guy, in lots of ways--know what I mean? Like when I first met him.
When I first met him, I thought he was kind of a snobbish person. That's what I thought.
But he isn't. He's just got this very original personality that takes you a little while to get
to know him."
Old Mrs. Morrow didn't say anything, but boy, you should've seen her. I had her
glued to her seat. You take somebody's mother, all they want to hear about is what a hotshot
their son is.
Then I really started chucking the old crap around. "Did he tell you about the
elections?" I asked her. "The class elections?"
She shook her head. I had her in a trance, like. I really did.

96 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 12:26:04.12 ID:FBjVYDVh0.net

パピがアホの子なのが
ちと残念
大元の日常だと、ハーピーあそこまで馬鹿じゃなかったろ

97 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 12:33:48.46 ID:wvjKkcnn0.net

パピちゃんパピパピ

98 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 12:35:09.54 ID:A0TXGeEu0.net

うる星やつらと被るんだよな
はあ・・・歳はとりたくないぜ・・・

99 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 12:37:11.05 ID:q7vavMJP0.net

小澤亜李ちゃん下の口からちゃんと声が出てる

100 ：風の谷の名無しさん＠実況は実況板で＠＼(^o^)／：2015/07/15(水) 12:39:23.31 ID:HQ/m62UB0.net

鳥だから鶏頭って何匹目だよw