Walter Cunningham Quotes

So it took an eight-year-old child to bring ’em to their senses, didn’t it?” said Atticus. “That proves something —that a gang of wild animals can be stopped, simply because they’re still human. Hmp, maybe we need a police force of children . . . you children last night made Walter Cunningham stand in my shoes for a minute. That was enough.

She is, Walter decides, like a deposed aristocrat, interesting without being particularly important.

would smile and hire them,” recalled Andrea Cunningham.

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Well then, how do you explain why the Cunninghams are different? Mr. Walter can hardly sign his name, I've seen him. We've just been readin' and writing' longer'n they have.” "No, everybody's gotta learn, nobody's born knowin'. That Walter's smart as he can be, he just gets held back sometimes because he has to stay out and help his daddy. Nothin's wrong with him. Naw, Jem, I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks." Jen turned around and punched his pillow. When he settled back his face was cloudy. He was going into one of his declines, and I grew wary. His brows came together; his mouth became a thin line. He was silent for a while. "That's what I thought, too," he said at last, "when I was your age. If there's just one kind of folks, why can't they get along with each other? If they're all alike, why do they go out of their way to despise each other? Scout, I think i'm beginning to understand something. I think i'm beginning to understand why Boo Radley's stayed shut up in the house all this time ... its because he wants to stay inside.

Cunninghame Graham, having sold his Highland demense and moved to London in 1900, was a regular visitor to Cromwell Place, and together they plotted their Fez adventure, for which they would enlist the help of Walter Harris, and enable Lavery to revive his Orientalist ambitions. The Sultan's harem, a fantasy that had fired the Wetern male imagination, required exorcism. When the voyeur finally got within plain sight of this forbidden world in the Sultan's palace at Fez, with a large canvas concealed in an adjacent room, he was overwhelmed by its ennui. Fantasy, he was compelled to conclude, was more powerful than fact.