Seriously, listen to this imagery:
" Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I first knew it. In rainey weather the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalks, the courthouse sagged in the square. 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 tea cakes with a frosting of sweat and sweet talcum."
Enough said. Bow down. :)
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3 comments:
huh?
YAH, im bowing down.
the way she explains things makes you feel like you are actually there. it is simply amazing
Holy Mary, you know what imagry is correct? I was simply asking you to observe the awesome depictions in that passage.
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