The Things That Happen To

I Didn't Expect The Book To Sell In The First Place. I Was Hoping For A Quick And Merciful Death At The Hands Of Reviewers But At The Same Time I Sort Of Hoped That Maybe Someone Would Like It Enough To Give Me Encouragement. Public Encouragement. I Hoped For A Little, As I Said, But I Got Rather A Whole Lot, And In Some Ways This Was Just About As Frightening As The Quick, Merciful Death I'd Expected.

Neighbors Bring Food With Death And Flowers With Sickness And Little Things In Between. Boo Was Our Neighbor. He Gave Us Two Soap Dolls, A Broken Watch And Chain, A Pair Of Good-luck Pennies, And Our Lives. But Neighbors Give In Return. We Never Put Back Into The Tree What We Took Out Of It: We Had Given Him Nothing, And It Made Me Sad.

Somewhere, I Had Received The Impression That Fine Folks Were People Who Did The Best They Could With The Sense They Had, But Aunt Alexandra Was Of The Opinion, Obliquely Expressed, That The Longer A Family Had Been Squatting On One Patch Of Land The Finer It Was.

That Boy Is Your Company. And If He Wants To Eat Up That Tablecloth, You Let Him, You Hear?

Scout, I´m Telling You For The Last Time, Shut Your Trap Or Go Home - I Declare To The Lord You´re Gettin´ More Like A Girl Every Day!” With That, I Had No Option But To Join Them.