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[hathycol]

*Hathor picks up shotgun. Balancing it perfectly, she gets on plane and travels to Alabama. Patiently waiting, she suddenly hears the distinctive cry of a mockingbird. Grinning evilly, Hathor aims gun at mockingbird. Waiting for the bird to stay still, Hathor takes aim and KILLS THE BLOODY MOCKINGBIRD before taking it's broken body and jumping up and down on it, screaming an inhuman war cry while dancing around its corpse. Hathor then wins a Nobel Prize for services to mankind and, despite all morals she has been told, in fact lives a long and happy life and does not burn in hell.*

Yes, the mockingbird is a metaphor. Pick a charatcer, any character, but I'm thinking Atticus. Self-righteous bastard. Is it just me that thinks that??

Oh yeah. I feel MUCH better now. I also sound like a raving psycopath, but no change.

To think, this time tomorrow I never have to look at it again!

Or An Inspector Calls, which is my other book, but I'm not so worried about that. Besides, it was fun to act out.

In other news, I have read both books, and have done past paers on them today. Not too worried about poetry. So... yeah.

I'm in my state of tranquility again. Well. Psycopathic, bird-murdering, tranquility. The fact is, I'm pig sick of the book, but not worried about the exam. Lets hope it lasts!

Namarie! ~Hathy_Col~

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[loneraven.livejournal.com]

My father is the living reincarnation of Atticus Finch, down to the last-will-and-testament diction. It's quite startling.

That said, I second the emotion that you are fucking briliant.

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

*bows again* Thankyou, m'dear.

And Atticus ain't that bad, it's just that every time I see a past paper about Atticus, I tend to start twitching....