Just about that time, Jean Louise’s brother dropped dead in his tracks one day, and after the nightmare of that was over, Atticus, who had always thought of leaving his practice to his son, looked around for another young man. It was natural for him to engage Henry, and in due course Henry became Atticus’s legman, his eyes, and his hands. Henry had always respected Atticus Finch; soon it melded to affection and Henry regarded him as a father.
His name’s Arthur and he’s alive.
Walter looked as if he had been raised on fish food: his eyes, as blue as Dill Harris’s, were red-rimmed and watery.
When Jem and I asked him why he was so old, he said he got started late, which we felt reflected upon his abilities and manliness.
Atticus said: “Sister, when you stop to think about it, our generation’s practically the first in the Finch family not to marry its cousins. Would you say the Finches have an Incestuous Streak?” Aunty said no, that’s where we got our small hands and feet.
What do you want me to do, go shout from the housetops that I am Henry Clinton and I’m here to tell you you’re all wet?
God had given him an unfair advantage over most living things.
There’s something in our world that makes men lose their heads – they.
Don’t you understand that?” “I understand that you’re a goddamned hypocrite.” “I.
After the war young men from tenant farms all over the county flocked to Maycomb and erected matchbox wooden houses and started families. Nobody quite knew how they made a living, but they did, and they would have created a new social stratum in Maycomb had the rest of the town acknowledged their existence.
Let’s go home, Scout. It’s been a long day. Open the door for me.
He had asked me earlier in the summer to marry him, then he promptly forgot about it. He staked me out, marked as his property, said I was the only girl he would ever love, then he neglected me. I beat him up twice but it did no good, he only grew closer to Jem.
They were in the Maycomb Hotel diningroom sitting on chromium chairs at a table for two. The air-conditioning unit made its will known by a constant low rumble.
While offering to the Lord the results of Mr. Cowper’s hallucination, or declaring it was Love that lifted her, Jean Louise shared the warmness that prevails among diverse individuals who find themselves in the same boat for one hour each week.
That’s what everybody wants to do when they love like that. They want to get married, they want to kiss and hug and carry on and have babies all the time.
Sometimes I think I’ve got you like this” – Henry made a fist – “and just when I think I’ve got you, holding you tight, you go away from me.
The son – deceased’s under that tree, doctor, just inside the schoolyard.
She loved everything that grew in God’s earth, even the weeds. With one exception. If she found a blade of nut-grass in her yard it was like the Second Battle of the Marne: she swooped down upon it with a tin tub and subjected it to blasts from beneath with a poisonous substance she said was so powerful it’d kill us all if we didn’t stand out of the way.
I was furious,” she said. She was. She had known it was coming, knew what it would be, had thought she was prepared for it, but when she bought a newspaper on the street corner and read it, she stopped at the first bar she came to and drank down a straight bourbon. “Why?
The class murmured apprehensively, should she prove to harbor her share of the peculiarities indigenous to that region.