Sunday 29 March 2009
Sunday 22 March 2009
Tuesday 10 March 2009
Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it.
'Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning; ladies bathed before noon, after their 3 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 was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go and nothing to buy and no money to buy it with.'
Monday 9 March 2009
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