I came quite close to doing it a couple of times, though. One time in particular, I remember. Something went wrong, though—I don’t even remember what any more. The thing is, most of the time when you’re coming pretty close to doing it with a girl—a girl that isn’t a prostitute or anything, I mean—she keeps telling you to stop. The trouble with me is, I stop. Most guys don’t. I can’t help it. You never know whether they really want you to stop, or whether they’re just scared as hell, or whether they’re just telling you to stop so that if you do go through with it, the blame’ll be on you, not them. Anyway, I keep stopping. The trouble is, I get to feeling sorry for them. I mean most girls are so dumb and all. After you neck them for a while, you can really watch them losing their brains. You take a girl when she gets really passionate, she just hasn’t any brains. I don’t know. They tell me to stop, so I stop. I always wish I hadn’t, after I take them home, but I keep doing it anyway.
The Catcher in the Rye
J.D. Salinger 1945
Regretfully, I feel that I must clarify, for some readers, the author’s use of “dumb” and “losing their brains” and “she hasn’t any brains.” It is obvious to me that these are not references of female inferiority or mental compromise, but otherwise describing the overwhelming passionate and empathetic nature of women, including dare I say, their natural sexual drive and desire.
Cribb Comment 2015