At the Wicker Bar, the posh place in Seton Hotel, Holden thinks. Luce is three years older than me and now he is a student at Columbia University. At Whooton , Luce used to tell the younger boys about sex. I find Luce amusing, even though he is effeminate and a phoney. When Luce arrived, he was all cool, and I sort of nagged him with questions about sex. Luce refused to be drawn into the kind of sex discussion that they had had at Whooton, and he suggested that I need to see a psychoanalysis. Luce’s father is a psychoanalyst, I asked if his father ever analyzed his own son. I think I sort of annoyed him. Luce just walked out. Left.