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

"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."

Scout, I´m Telling You For The Last Time, Shut Your Trap Or Go Home - I Declare To The Lord You´re Gettin´ More Like A Girl Every Day!” With That, I Had No Option But To Join Them.

Jen And I Were Accustomed To Our Father's Last-will-and-testament Diction, And Were At Times Free To Interrupt Atticus For A Translation When It Was Beyond Our Understanding.

Any Writer Worth His Salt Writes To Please Himself...it's A Self-exploratory Operation That Is Endless. An Exorcism Of Not Necessarily His Demon, But Of His Divine Discontent.

Wordsworth Was Right When He Said That We Trail Clouds Of Glory As We Come Into The World, That We Are Born With A Divine Sense Of Perception. As We Grow Older, The World Closes In On Us, And We Gradually Lose The Freshness Of Viewpoint That We Had As Children. That Is Why I Think Children Should Get To Know This Country While They Are Young.