Feeling like a coward for leaving Ernie’s, I walked forty-one blocks from the nightclub back to the hotel. Along the way, I started to think about my gloves, that were stolen at Pencey. I imagined an complicated confrontation with the unknown thief, but I am a coward at heart, afraid of violence and confrontation. When I reached the Edmont, I took the elevator up to my room. The elevator operator offered to send me a prostitute for five dollars, and me feeling depressed and flustered, accepted. While I was waiting in my room, and again feeling like a coward, I started to believe, a man who asserts power and control. As I was waiting in my room, the prostitute, Sunny, arrives. She was cynical sort of person with a high pitched with a high pitched voice. I became flustered, especially when she started to remove her dress. She sat on my lap and tried to seduce me, but I was extremely nervous and told her I was unable to have sex because I was recovering from an operation on my “clavichord.” I paid her the five dollars I owed her and I asked her to leave. She claimed that the price was ten, but I refused to pay her more.