Carson McCullers (1917-1967), The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
, Part III, Chapter 1:
Doctor Copeland climbed into the back of the wagon. He was
weary as though his bones were made of lead. His head
trembled and a sudden spasm of nausea made him lie down
flat on the rough boards.
'I right glad you coming,' Grandpapa said. 'You understand I
always had deep respect for scholars. Deep respect. I able to
overlook and forget a good many things if a man be a scholar.
I very glad to have a scholar like you in the fambly again.'
The wheels of the wagon creaked. They were on the way. 'I
will return soon,' Doctor Copeland said. 'After only a month or
two I will return.'
'Hamilton he a right good scholar. I think he favors you some.
He do all my figuring on paper for me and he read the
newspapers. And Whitman I think he ghy be a scholar. Right
now he able to read the Bible to me. And do number work.
Small a child as he is. I always had a deep respect for