Nothing Is More Deadly Than

Miss Caroline Seemed Unaware That The Ragged, Denim-shirted And Floursack-skirted First Grade, Most Of Whom Had Chopped Cotton And Fed Hogs From The Time They Were Able To Walk, Were Immune To Imaginative Literature.

Dill Was Off Again. Beautiful Things Floated Around In His Dreamy Head. He Could Read Two Books To My One, But He Preferred The Magic Of His Own Inventions. He Could Add And Subtract Faster Than Lightning, But He Preferred His Own Twilight World, A World Where Babies Slept, Waiting To Be Gathered Like Morning Lilies.

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Now...in An Abundant Society Where People Have Laptops, Cell Phones, Ipods And Minds Like Empty Rooms, I Still Plod Along With Books.

Don't You Study About Other Folks's Business Till You Take Care Of Your Own.