The first part of the book was about Franny Glass and Lane Coutell. Lane was waiting for Franny in the train station. While waiting, he reads Franny's letter written on a pale-blue notepaper. It's a love letter which is about her excitement to see him on that day. Also, about his letter for her which she adored but described it horrible when she found out that he didn't say those three words in his letter. Among other things mentioned in that letter, it says to try to have a marvelous time together and not try to analyze everything.
The train arrived and Lane spotted Franny immediately. He carried her things and asked what book is she holding but she didn't tell it to him yet. She seems to convey to him that the book she's holding isn't such a big deal. So, they rode a cab and Franny exclaimed "It's lovely to see you! I've missed you!" But she didn't mean those words. She felt guilty and held Lane's hands tightly.
They went to Sickler's, a highly favored place among, chiefly, the intellectual fringe of students at the college, and both had a glass of Matinis. There were exchanging of words and opinions on different topics. Lane acted so arrogant about his English essay paper that he wants her to read it. Franny described him as one of the section men who are so brilliant they can hardly open their mouths. She gave an example on a section man that is talking about Turgenev, a novelist. They usually ruin the person and when they're done with it, they start to talk about their personal achievements, papers, thesis, etc. Lane seemed he didn't like what she was saying. He asked what the hell was wrong with her. Franny said sorry and she just feels so destructive lately.
Here are some of Franny's statements that I love reading:
"If you're a poet, you do something beautiful. You're supposed to leave something beautiful after you get off the age and everything."
"Everything everybody does is so not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and -- sad making."
"I'm just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else's. I'm sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It's disgusting -- it is, it is. I don't care what anybody says."
Franny told Lane about the book she was holding. It's about a peasant who is walking/travelling around Russia to meet different kinds of people and to know how to pray incessantly. According to that book, "Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me" are the best words to say when you pray. Mercy means enormous and can mean so many things. It doesn't just have to mean mercy. "If you keep saying the prayer over and over again -- you only have to just do it with your lips at first -- then eventually what happens, the prayer becomes self-active. Something happens after a while. I don't know what, but something happens, and the words get synchronized with the person's heartbeats, and then you're actually praying without ceasing, Which has a really tremendous, mystical effect on your whole outlook. I mean that's the whole point of it, more or less. I mean you do it to purify your whole outlook and get an absolutely new conception of what everything's about."
She started to talk more about that Religious book. She seemed so into it. She didn't say she believes those kind of stuff or not but she finds it fascinating when Lane asked her if she really believes in those stuff. When Lane asked what's the result of it she said "You get to see God. Something happens in some absolutely nonphysical part of the heart."
Franny excused herself and went to the comfort room. Before she reached the room, she collapsed. Five minutes later, she woke up. Franny and Lane were in the manager's office. Lane went out to ask for some water for Franny and call off the spirits of Ammonia, which the manager was doing at the moment (since they ran out of it), and pay the check. He will also hunt for a taxi since most of the taxis will probably be cruising around for passengers going in and out to the game where they should be in at the moment if only Franny didn't collapse.
Alone, Franny lay quite still, looking at the ceiling. Her lips began to move, forming soundless words, and they continued to move.
This statement seems that she is actually trying to pray. As what the starets told the pilgrim: you only have to just do it with your lips ar first then eventually the prayer becomes self-active.