It's Not Necessary To Tell All You

As I Made My Way Home, I Thought Jem And I Would Get Grown But There Wasn't Much Else For Us To Learn, Except Possibly Algebra.

Now That I Was Compelled To Think About It, Reading Was Something That Just Came To Me, As Learning To Fasten The Seat Of My Union Suit Without Looking Around, Or Achieving Two Bows From A Snarl Of Shoelaces.

Weeping For Anna Karenina And Being Terrified By Hannibal Lecter, Entering The Heart Of Darkness With Mistah Kurtz, Having Holden Caulfield Ring You Up - Some Things Should Happen On Soft Pages, Not Cold Metal.

"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."

Talking To Francis Gave Me The Sensation Of Settling Slowly To The Bottom Of The Ocean.