Sublime

As Atticus Finch said, “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view.”

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Atticus, being unpredictable, was a danger to them all.

Compared to him, she felt aged and withered, and she thought, if they spoke, he would be able to sense her decay.

but then her little girl came along, and her little girl’s daddy left, and before you knew it . . . she was one of them. The needy.

Of course I have not the least claim—indeed, I have already a debt to you which will never be discharged, even when I have been able to pay it in the shape of money.” “Yes, my boy, you have a claim,” said Caleb, with much feeling in his voice. “The young ones have always a claim on the old to help them forward.

For George is an old gray cat who has accumulated a hatred of people and things so intense that even hidden upstairs he communicates his prayer that you will go away. If the bomb should fall and wipe out every living thing except Miss Brace, George would be happy. That’s the way he would design a world if it were up to him.

Keep on singing, bromeo.

“Yes but not for long. Poor Scott. Terribly black-ass. He’d come to collect some things he’d left in storage.” “Was he with Zelda?” “No, he had to put her somewhere for safekeeping. He was feeling bereft and sorry for himself, and for her. We were having dinner at the Closerie. ‘Just imagine,’ he said, ‘ten years ago we were the Golden Girl and her