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I Could Think Of Nothing Else To Say To Her. In Fact I Could Never Think Of Anything To Say To Her, And I Sat Thinking Of Past Painful Conversations Between Us: How Are You, Jean Louise? Fine, Thank You Ma'am, How Are You? Very Well, Thank You; What Have You Been Doing With Yourself? Nothin'. Don't You Do Anything? Nome. Certainly You Have Friends? Yessum. Well What Do You All Do? Nothin'.

...in Other Words, All I Want To Be Is The Jane Austen Of South Alabama Interview - March 1964

I Like To Write. Sometimes I'm Afraid That I Like It Too Much Because When I Get Into Work I Don't Want To Leave It. As A Result I'll Go For Days And Days Without Leaving The House Or Wherever I Happen To Be. I'll Go Out Long Enough To Get Papers And Pick Up Some Food And That's It. It's Strange, But Instead Of Hating Writing I Love It Too Much.

As I Made My Way Home, I Thought Jem And I Would Get Grown But There Wasn't Much Else For Us To Learn, Except Possibly Algebra.

Hey, Mr. Cunningham. How's Your Entailment Gettin' Along?