"Well you are stupid Mum, you are one of the most stupid people I know, really what were you thinking when you decided to even read this for God's sake." Lights another cigarette. "I mean to say, for God's sake, it's full of this kind of histrionic dialogue with incessant overuse of italics, and the people in it don't so much speak as hold forth as if they were on the stage somewhere for God's sake, and they just go on and on about Jesus and chakras and anahata and all this goddam mystical stuff, well surely Mother you should have realised that you wouldn't really enjoy it all that much, I mean it's not you is it? Mysticism and religion and stuff, you never did get that did you, so why did you read it for chrissake?"
Mother also lights a cigarette. Franny has one too, and Zooey, and Bloomberg, the cat, doesn't want to feel left out so has a cigar too.
"Also, for God's sake, you could die of secondary smoke poisoning just reading this, and you know how much you hate cigarette smoke."
"But I'm - I don't know - I'm tired Zooey. I'm just exhausted, frankly."
Yup, me too, Fran, me too.