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Next Morning I Awoke, Looked Out The Window And Nearly Died Of Fright. My Screams Brought Atticus From His Bathroom Half-shaven. "the World's Endin', Atticus! Please Do Something -!" I Dragged Him To The Window And Pointed. "no It's Not," He Said. "it's Snowing.

You Can Pet Him, Mr. Arthur. He's Asleep.

Writing Is Simply Something You Must Do. It's Rather Like Virtue In That It Is Its Own Reward.

Folks Don't Like To Have Somebody Around Knowing More Than They Do.

Some Negroes Lie, Some Are Immoral, Some Negro Men Are Not Be Trusted Around Women - Black And White. But This Is A Truth That Applies To The Human Race And To No Particular Race Of Men.