You Can Pet Him, Mr. Arthur. He's

I Know Now What He Was Trying To Do, But Atticus Was Only A Man. It Takes A Woman To Do That Kind Of Work.

Atticus Told Me To Delete The Adjectives And I'd Have The Facts.

Things Are Never As Bad As They Seem.

Maycomb Was A Tired Old Town, Even In 1932 When I First Knew It. Somehow, It Was Hotter Then. Men's Stiff Collars Wilted By Nine In The Morning. Ladies Bathed Before Noon After Their Three O'clock Naps, And By Nightfall Were Like Soft Teacakes With Frosting From Sweating And Sweet Talcum. The Day Was Twenty-four Hours Long, But It Seemed Longer. There's No Hurry, For There's Nowhere To Go And Nothing To Buy... And No Money To Buy It With.

I Came To The Conclusion That People Were Just Peculiar, I Withdrew From Them, And Never Thought About Them Until I Was Forced To.