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Men in this age have turned the Other Woman into a psychiatrist’s couch, and at far less expense, too.”
Even his enemies loved him, because Atticus never acknowledged that they were his enemies.
she would have pondered over the meaninglessness of silent, austere beauty renewing itself with every sunrise and going ungazed at by half the world.
She touched yesterday cautiously, then withdrew. I don’t dare think about it now, until it goes far enough away.
I should like to take your head apart, put a fact in it, and watch it go its way through the runnels of your brain until it comes out of your mouth.
“Remember this also: it’s always easy to look back and see what we were, yesterday, ten years ago. It is hard to see what we are. If you can master that trick, you’ll get along.”






































