John Rolfe toiled over his tobacco plants, spending four years perfecting the cultivation and curing of his “sot weed”

And images of other cameras came tot him: old-style TV cameras, motion-picture cameras on cranes, tiny digital cameras, Polaroid cameras, SLR cameras, all of them superimposed.

... We're scared for you, and we think you oughta do something about him. Atticus smiled wryly. Do what? Put him under a peace bond?

Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night,