... after making me read most of My First Reader and the stock-market quotations from The Mobile Register aloud, she discovered that I was literate and looked at me with more than faint distaste. Miss Caroline told me to tell my father not to teach me any more, it would interfere with my reading.
"Teach me?" I said in surprise. "He hasn't taught me anything, Miss Caroline. Atticus ain't got time to teach me anything," I added, when Miss Caroline smiled and shook her head. "Why, he's so tired at night he just sits in the living room and reads."
... I mumbled that I was sorry and retired meditating upon my crime. I never deliberately learned to read, but somehow I had been wallowing illicitly in the daily papers. In the long hours of church, was it then that I learned? I could not remember not being able to read hymns. Now that I was compelled to think about it, reading was something that just came to me, as learning to fasten the seat of my union suit without looking around, or achieving two bows from a snarl of shoelaces. I could not remember when the lines above Atticus's moving finger separated into words, but I had stared at them all the evenings in my memory, listening to the news of the day, Bills To Be Enacted Into Laws, the diaries of Lorenzo Dow -- anything Atticus happened to be reading when I crawled into his lap every night. Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.
... Bit by bit, I told him the day's misfortunes. " -- and she said you taught me all wrong, so we can't ever read any more, ever. Please don't send me back, please sir."
...(Atticus) said, "If you'll concede the necessity of going to school, we'll go on reading every night just as we always have. Is it a bargain?"
"We'll consider it sealed without the usual formality," Atticus said, when he saw me preparing to spit.
As I opened the front screen door Atticus said, "By the way, Scout, you'd better not say anything at school about our agreement."
"I'm afraid our activities would be received with considerable disapprobation by the more learned authorities."
Jem and I were accustomed to our father's last-will-and-testament diction, and we were at all times free to interrupt Atticus for a translation when it was beyond our understanding.
"I never went to school," he said, "but I have a feeling that if you tell Miss Caroline we read every night she'll get after me, and I wouldn't want her after me."
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I'm rereading To Kill a Mockingbird before handing it over to Anne-with-an-e this year, and just had to share a couple of delicious passages on learning to read: