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He rarely spoke, but when he did, it was always with extraordinary precision and often with devastating effect. ieties do not preserve their freedom by pussyfooting around their fellow citizens opinions, even their most cherished beliefs. In free societies, you must have the free play of ideas. There must be argument, and it must be impassioned and untrammeled. A free society is not a calm and event less place-that is the kind of static, dead society dictators try to create. Free societies are dynamic, noisy, turbulent and full of radical disagreements. Skepticism and freedom are indissolubly linked, and it is the skepticism of journalists, their show-me, prove-it unwillingness to be impressed, that is perhaps their most important contribution to the freedom of the free world. It is the disrespect of journalists—for power, for orthodoxies, for ideologies, for vanity, for arrogance, for folly, for pretension, for corruption, for stupidity, maybe even for editors -and the disrespect of every citizen, in fact, that I would like to celebrate, and that I urge all, in freedom's name, to preserve。U2  A Rose for EmilyWhen Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town went to her funeral；the men through a sort of respectful affection for a fallen monument, the women mostly out of curiosity to see the inside of her house, which no one save an old manservant -a combined gardener and cook—had seen in at least ten years. 。And now Miss Emily had gone to join the representatives of those august names where they lay in the cedar-bemused cemetery among the ranked and anonymous graves of Union and confederate soldiers who fell at the battle of Jefferson. Alive, Miss Emily had been a tradition, a duty, and a care; a sort of hereditary obligation upon the town...hey were admitted by the old Negro into a dim hall from which a stairway mounted into still more sh5. And when they sat down, a faint dust rose sluggishly about their thighs,spinning with slow motes in the single su。6.Her skeleton was small and spar perhaps that was why what would have been merely plumpness in another was obesity in he。7. So the next night, after midnight, four men crossed Miss Emily's lawn and slunk about the house like burglars, sniffing along the base of the brickwork and at the cellar openings while one of them performed a regular sowing motion with his hand out of a sack slung from his shou。They had not even been represented at the funeral. 。Miss Emily just stared at him, her head tilted back in order to look him eye for eye, until he looked away and went and got the arsenic and wrappe。Now and then we would see her in one of thedownstairs windows—she had evidently shut up the top floor of the house -like the carven torso of an idol in a niche, looking or not looking at us, we could never tell which.。U4 NettlesEach of the trees on the place had an attitude and a presence—the elm looked serene and the oak threatening, the maples friendly and the hawthorn old and crabby.。2. There was a keen alarm when the cry came, a wire zinging through your whole body, a fanatic feeling of devotion.One morning, of course, the job was all finished, the well capped, the pump reinstated, the water marveled atIn my kitchen or in hers, once a week or so, distracted by our children and sometimes reeling for lack of sleep, we stoked ourselves up on strong coffee and cigarettes and launched out on a rampage of talk—about our marriages, our fights, our personal deficiencies, our interesting and discreditable motives, our forgone ambitions. Sunny had given him fresh sheets rather than unmaking and making up again the bed he had left for me.