New York City

Holden embraces and rejects New York City. He likes the anonymity he feels while, at the same time rejects the busy rush of people: like most instances, Holden is a paradox.

Boy, do I hate it," I said. "But it isn't just that. It's everything. I hate living in New York and all. Taxicabs, and Madison avenue buses, with the drivers and all always yelling at you to get out at the rear door, and being introduced to phony guys that call the Lunts angels, and going up and down in elevators when you just want to go outside, and guys fitting your pants all the time at Brooks, and people always–"