Sunday, March 10

To Kill a Mockingbird - it was hotter then...




I'm just parking this quote here. I treasure it and want to be able to find it fast. I want to find photos to illustrate that kind of heat. 

Somehow, it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summer's day; bony mules hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks on the square. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after their three-o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.

Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird 

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