Until I Feared I Would

The One Place Where A Man Ought To Get A Square Deal Is In A Courtroom, Be He Any Color Of The Rainbow, But People Have A Way Of Carrying Their Resentments Right Into A Jury Box.

Sometimes It’s Better To Bend The Law A Little In Special Cases.

When I Pointed To Him His Palms Slipped Slightly, Leaving Greasy Sweat Streaks On The Wall, And He Hooked His Thumbs In His Belt. A Strange Spasm Shook Him, As If He Heard Fingernails Scrape Slate, But As I Gazed At Him In Wonder The Tension Slowly Drained From His Face. His Lips Parted Into A Timid Smile, And Our Neighbor’s Image Blurred With My Sudden Tears. “hey, Boo,” I Said. “mr. Arthur, Honey,” Said Atticus, Gently Correcting Me. “jean Louise, This Is Mr. Arthur Radley. I Believe He Already Knows You.

The Things That Happen To People We Never Really Know. What Happens In Houses Behind Closed Doors, What Secrets -

Any Writer Worth His Salt Writes To Please Himself...it's A Self-exploratory Operation That Is Endless. An Exorcism Of Not Necessarily His Demon, But Of His Divine Discontent.