...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...
             There were never many girls at all 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 a the games quite often, but she wasn't exactly the type that drove you mad with desire. She was nice girl, though. I sat next to her once in the bus from Angerstown and we sort of struck up a conversation. I liked her. She had a big nose and all 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 Catcher in the Rye, 2-3).
             This passage is found in the first chapter and Holden describes himself and his life, to let the reader know a little more about himself. He describes the football game as he watches and then thinks to himself, and describes Selma Thurmer. What I got out of the passage I found really interesting and surprising.
             As describing Selma Thurmer, he displays his value of authenticity and realness. Although he describes Selma as an unattractive girl, he respects her because she honest and real. He feels he father is a ...