I'm grateful ... that from my mother's example, I found the base for worship--that I found a love of sitting and reading the Bible for myself and looking up things in it. How many of us, the South's writers-to-be of my generation, were blessed in one way or another, if not blessed alike, in not having gone deprived of the King James Version of the Bible. Its cadence entered into our ears and our memories for good. The evidence, or the ghost of it, lingers in all our books. "In the beginning was the Word."