I Think There's Just One Kind Of

I'm Charles Baker Harris...i Can Read

They're Real Strong Magic, They Make You Have Good Luck. Not Like Fried Chicken When You're Not Lookin' For It, But Things Like Long Life N' Good Health, N' Passin' Six Weeks Tests...these Are Real Valuable To Somebody.

"when They Finally Saw Him, Why He Hadn't Done Any Of Those Things... Atticus, He Was Real Nice..." His Hands Were Under My Chin, Pulling Up The Cover, Tucking It Around Me. "most People Are, Scout, When You Finally See Them."

Maycomb Was A Tired Old Town, Even In 1932 When I First Knew It. Somehow, It Was Hotter Then. Men's Stiff Collars Wilted By Nine In The Morning. Ladies Bathed Before Noon After Their Three O'clock Naps, And By Nightfall Were Like Soft Teacakes With Frosting From Sweating And Sweet Talcum. The Day Was Twenty-four Hours Long, But It Seemed Longer. There's No Hurry, For There's Nowhere To Go And Nothing To Buy... And No Money To Buy It With.

I Try To Give'em A Reason, You See. It Helps Folks If They Can Latch Onto A Reason.