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She wondered why she had never thought her country beautiful.
She was completely unaware that with one twist of the tongue she could plunge Jean Louise into a moral turmoil by making her niece doubt her own motives and best intentions, by tweaking the protestant, philistine strings of Jean Louise’s conscience until they vibrated like a spectral zither.
Her father said it took at least five years to learn law after one left law school: one practiced economy for two years, learned Alabama Pleading for two more, reread the Bible and Shakespeare for the fifth. Then one was fully equipped to hold on under any conditions.
“Don’t push her. Let her go at her own speed. Push her and every mule in the county’d be easier to live with.”
“Mary Webster was on the blower. Her advance agents saw Hank and me swimming in the middle of the river last night with no clothes on.” “H’rm,” said Atticus. He touched his glasses. “I hope you weren’t doing the backstroke.” “Atticus!” said Alexandra. “Sorry, Zandra,” said Atticus. “Is that true, Jean Louise?” “Partly. Have I disgraced us beyond repair?” “We might survive it.”
Go away, the old buildings said. There is no place for you here. You are not wanted. We have secrets.
Don’t you study about other folks’s business till you take care of your own.”
You are fascinated with yourself. You will say anything that occurs to you, but what I can’t understand are the things that do occur to you. 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. We were both born here, we went to the same schools, we were taught the same things. I wonder what you saw and heard.
The dark tower. Childe Roland to the dark tower came. High school lit. Uncle Jack. I remember now.
