You know he wouldn’t carry a gun, Scout. He ain’t even got one – ” said Jem. “You know he didn’t even have one down at the jail that night. He told me havin’ a gun around’s an invitation to somebody to shoot you.
He so nearly understood. I’ll marry you, Hank, if you bring me to live here at the Landing. I’ll swap New York for this place but not for Maycomb.
You must have lived it. If a man says to you, “This is the truth,” and you believe him, and you discover what he says is not the truth, you are disappointed and you make sure you will not be caught out by him again. But.
Thanks, but Scout’ll run me down later.” His use of her childhood name crashed on her ears. Don’t you ever call me that again. You who called me Scout are dead and in your grave.
Whatcha readin’?” I asked. Atticus turned the book over. “Something of Jem’s. Called The Gray Ghost.” I was suddenly awake. “Why’d you get that one?” “Honey, I don’t know. Just picked it up. One of the few things I haven’t read,” he said pointedly. “Read.
In the name of God, do your duty.
Jem’s face showed brief indecision on the ethics of withholding his own dime, but his innate courtesy won and he shifted his dime to his pocket. I did likewise with no qualms.
Below her, on rough benches, sat not only most of the trash in Maycomb County, but the county’s most respectable men.
Uncle Jack,” she said. “What am I going to do about Hank?” “What you will eventually,” he said. “Let him down easy?” “Um hum.” “Why?” “He’s not your kind.” Love whom you will, marry your own kind. “Look, I’m not going to argue with you over the relative merits of trash – ” “That has nothing to do with it. I’m tired of you. I want my supper.
Jem, see if you can stand in Bob Ewell’s shoes a minute. I destroyed his last shred of credibility at that trial, if he had any to begin with. The man had to have some kind of comeback, his kind always does.
You said, in effect, ‘I don’t like the way these people do, so I have no time for them.’ You’d better take time for ’em, honey, otherwise you’ll never grow. You’ll be the same at sixty as you are now – then.
Had I ever harbored the mystical notions about mountains that seem to obsess lawyers and judges, Aunt Alexandra would have been analogous to Mount Everest: throughout my early life, she was cold and there.
Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them.
Well, your father and I decided it was time I came to stay with you for a while.” “For a while” in Maycomb meant anything from three days to thirty years. Jem and I exchanged glances. “Jem’s.
Ci sono degli uomini... che si preoccupano tanto dell’altro mondo da non imparare mai a vivere in questo.
Mr. Clinton,” he had said, when Henry ventured to inquire about a particularly ambiguous examination, “you may write until doomsday for all I care, but if your answers do not coincide with my answers they are wrong. Wrong, sir.
Scout, let’s get us a baby.” “Where?
If I could have explained these things to Miss Caroline, I would have saved myself some inconvenience and Miss Caroline subsequent mortification, but it was beyond my ability to explain things as well as Atticus, so I said, “You’re shamin’ him, Miss Caroline. Walter hasn’t got a quarter at home to bring you, and you can’t use any stovewood.
The same families married the same families until relationships were hopelessly entangled and the members of the community looked monotonously alike.
With green envy, she watched Henry’s effortless mastery of the automobile. Cars are his servants, she thought. “Power steering? Automatic transmission?” she said. “You bet,” he said. “Well, what if everything shuts off and you don’t have any gears to shift. You’d be in trouble then, wouldn’t you?” “But everything won’t shut off.” “How do you know?” “That’s what faith is. Come here.