Chapter 4

Quote 1: "You remember I said before that Ackley was a slob in his personal habits? Well, so was Stradlater, but in a different way. Stradlater was more of a secret slob. He always looked all right, Stradlater, but for instance, you should've seen the razor he shaved himself with. It was always rusty as hell and full of lather and hairs and crap. He never cleaned it or anything. He always looked good when he was finished fixing himself up, but he was a secret slob anyway, if you knew him the way I did." (ch.4)  (C )
Quote 2: "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's 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 glorious locks.
"I oughta go down at least say hello to her," I said. Why dont'cha?"
"I will in a minute. He started parting his hair all over again. It took him about an hour to comb his hair. [...] (ch.4)  (C)


We learned that Ackley is a weird pimply guy that has no friends and rummages through peoples personal property. Then we learn about the big hot shot Stradlater who doesn't get along with Ackley. Stradlater is a player with the ladies, and is one of the schools jocks. Holden starts to evaluate Stradlater and he starts comparing things him and Ackley's cleanliness. Stradlater on the outside he a well put together dude, but Holden after living with him for a while is just not realizing that he may actually be just as bad as Ackley.
Stradlater shows out again, he is blatantly is ignoring Holden while Holden is trying to tell a story. Holden has been accused of doing this to his history teacher in chapter one. The really rude thing is that, Stradlater asks Holden to do him a favor and write him his english paper. Which is ironic because Holden is failing out of school, but his best subject is english. What made me laugh was that that the paper had to be written on a specific topic but Holden couldn't think of anything, so he just ended up writing about his brother's baseball glove with poems written on it.