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           "BecauseIcouldneveraskyoutomindmeagain.Scout,simplybythenatureofthework,everylawyergetsatleastonecaseinhislifetimethataffectshimpersonally.Thisone’smine,Iguess.Youmighthearsomeuglytalkaboutitatschool,butdoonethingformeifyouwill:youjustholdyourheadhighandkeepthosefistsdown.Nomatterwhatanybodysaystoyou,don’tyoulet‘emgetyourgoat.Tryfightingwithyourheadforachange...it’sagoodone,evenifitdoesresistlearning."

           "Atticus,arewegoingtowinit?"

           "No,honey."

           "Thenwhy—"

           "Simplybecausewewerelickedahundredyearsbeforewestartedisnoreasonforusnottotrytowin,"Atticussaid.

           "YousoundlikeCousinIkeFinch,"Isaid.CousinIkeFinchwasMaycombCounty’ssolesurvivingConfederateveteran.HeworeaGeneralHoodtypebeardofwhichhewasinordinatelyvain.AtleastonceayearAtticus,JemandIcalledonhim,andIwouldhavetokisshim.Itwashorrible.JemandIwouldlistenrespectfullytoAtticusandCousinIkerehashthewar."Tellyou,Atticus,"CousinIkewouldsay,"theMissouriCompromisewaswhatlickedus,butifIhadtogothroughitaginI’dwalkeverystepofthewaytherean’everystepbackjistlikeIdidbeforean’furthermorewe’dwhip‘emthistime...nowin1864,whenStonewallJacksoncamearoundby—Ibegyourpardon,youngfolks.Ol’BlueLightwasinheaventhen,Godresthissaintlybrow...."

           "Comehere,Scout,"saidAtticus.Icrawledintohislapandtuckedmyheadunderhischin.Heputhisarmsaroundmeandrockedmegently.