When I come to town, which is seldom, if I weave a little and drink out of this sack,
folks can say Dolphus Raymond’s in the clutches of whiskey—that’s why he won’t change his ways.
He can’t help himself, that’s why he lives the way he does.”
“That ain’t honest, Mr. Raymond, making yourself out badder’n you are already —” “It ain’t honest but it’s mighty helpful to folks.
Secretly, Miss Finch, I’m not much of a drinker, but you see they could never, never understand
that I live like I do because that’s the way I want to live.”
I had a feeling that I shouldn’t be here listening to this sinful man who had mixed children and didn’t care who knew it, but he was fascinating.
I had never encountered a being who deliberately perpetrated fraud against himself.
But why had he entrusted us with his deepest secret? I asked him why.
“Because you’re children and you can understand it,” he said, “and because I heard that one—”
He jerked his head at Dill:Things haven’t caught up with that one’s instinct yet.
Let him get a little older and he won’t get sick and cry. Maybe things’ll strike him as being—not quite right, say,
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