Go Set a Watchman

by Harper Lee

“But everything won’t shut off.” “How do you know?” “That’s what faith is. Come here.” Faith in General Motors. She put her head on his shoulder.

She was easy to look at and easy to be with most of the time, but she was in no sense of the word an easy person. She was afflicted with a restlessness of spirit he could not guess at, but he knew she was the one for him. He would protect her; he would marry her.

Good to know she hasnt changed much

Jean Louise’s eyebrows flickered. “Henry,” she said primly, “I’ll have an affair with you but I won’t marry you.”

“Look, if I suddenly sprang on ’em fully clothed they’d say I’d gone New York. Now you come along and say they think I don’t care what they think when I go around in slacks. Good Lord, Aunty, Maycomb knows I didn’t wear anything but overalls till I started having the Curse—”

“Jean Louise, your brother worried about your thoughtlessness until the day he died!”

Excuse Me

It was raining softly on his grave now, in the hot evening. You never said it, you never even thought it; if you’d thought it you’d have said it. You were like that. Rest well, Jem.

For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth.”

When Atticus was forty-two their son was born, and they named him Jeremy Atticus, for his father and his father’s father. Four years later their daughter was born, and they named her Jean Louise for her mother and her mother’s mother. Two years after that Atticus came home from work one evening and found his wife on the floor of the front porch dead,

You must have lived it. If a man says to you, “This is the truth,” and you believe him, and you discover what he says is not the truth, you are disappointed and you make sure you will not be caught out by him again.

You deny that they’re human.” “How so?” “You deny them hope. Any man in this world, Atticus, any man who has a head and arms and legs, was born with hope in his heart.

You’ve never been prodded to look at people as a race, and now that race is the burning issue of the day, you’re still unable to think racially. You see only people.”

Prejudice, a dirty word, and faith, a clean one, have something in common: they both begin where reason ends.”

“Um hum. Just like that. As I said, you and Jem were very special to me—you were my dream-children,