Again, As I Had Often Met It

Atticus, He Was Real Nice." "most People Are, Scout, When You Finally See Them.

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.

Being Southerners, It Was A Source Of Shame To Some Members Of The Family That We Had No Recorded Ancestors On Either Side Of The Battle Of Hastings.

As I Inched Sluggishly Along The Treadmill Of The Maycomb County School System, I Could Not Help Receiving The Impression That I Was Being Cheated Out Of Something. Out Of What I Knew Not, Yet I Did Not Believe That Twelve Years Of Unrelieved Boredom Was Exactly What The State Had In Mind For Me.

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.