you just hold your head high and keep those fists down. No matter what anybody says to you, don’t you let ‘em get your goat,
Try fighting with your head for a change… it’s a good one, even if it does resist learning.
“Atticus, are we going to win it?” “No, honey.” “Then why—”
Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win,” Atticus said.
“You sound like Cousin Ike Finch,” I said. Cousin Ike Finch was Maycomb County’s sole surviving Confederate veteran.
He wore a General Hood type beard of which he was inordinately vain.
At least once a year Atticus, Jem and I called on him, and I would have to kiss him. It was horrible.
Jem and I would listen respectfully to Atticus and Cousin Ike rehash the war.
“Tell you, Atticus,” Cousin Ike would say, “the Missouri Compromise was what licked us,”
“but if I had to go through it agin I’d walk every step of the way there an’ every step back jist like I did before,”
“an’ furthermore we’d whip ‘em this time… now in 1864, when Stonewall Jackson came around by—I beg your pardon, young folks,”
“Ol’ Blue Light was in heaven then, God rest his saintly brow…”
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