I Never Cared What Kind Of Grade

And I'm A Slow Writer: Five, Six Hundred Words Is A Good Day. That's The Reason It Took Me 20 Years To Write Those Million And A Half Words Of The Civil War.

If You Want To Study Writing, Read Dickens

The Civil War Defined Us As What We Are And It Opened Us To Being What We Became, Good And Bad Things... It Was The Crossroads Of Our Being, And It Was A Hell Of A Crossroads.

Generally The First Week In September Brings The Hottest Weather Of The Year, And This Was No Exception. Overhead The Fans Turned Slow, Their Paddle Blades Stirring The Air Up Close To The Ceiling But Nowheres Else.

North Was Only A Direction Indicated By A Compass--if A Man Had One, That Is, For Otherwise There Was No North Or South Or East Or West; There Was Only The Brooding Desolation.