One of those little English jobs that can do around two hundred miles an hour. It cost him damn near four thousand bucks.
These details confirm how aware Holden is of the world(s) around him, including aspects of society that he (ostensibly) detests. He is clued up and, moreover, intent upon making us aware of his social acumen.
I have friends like this.
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