Laughing with Salinger

“I even thought for a minute that he was going to get in the goddam cab with us when the show was over, because he walked two blocks with us, but he had to meet a bunch of phonies for cocktails, he said.  I could see them all sitting around in some bar, with their godam checkered vests, criticizing shows and books and women in those tired, snobby voices.  They kill me, those guys.”