Atticus said professional people were poor because the farmers were poor. As Maycomb County was farm country, nickels and dimes were hard to come by for doctors and dentists and lawyers.
It was customary for the town’s three churches – Methodist, Baptist, and Presbyterian – to unite and listen to one visiting minister, but occasionally when the churches could not agree on a preacher or his salary, each congregation held its own revival with an open invitation to all; sometimes, therefore, the populace was assured of three weeks’ spiritual reawakening. Revival time was a time of war:.
Jehovah. She catches me when I’m nearly out of my mind and lays out the avenues of my life. How can she be his sister and not have the slightest idea what goes on in his head, my head, anybody’s head? Oh Lord, why didn’t you give us tongues to explain to Aunt Alexandra?
Miss Maudie had once let me see it: among other things, the recipe called for one large cup of sugar.
The Light Brigade sat to the left of her: in their early and middle thirties, they devoted most of their free time to the Amanuensis Club, bridge, and getting one-up on each other in the matter of electrical appliances:.
Children are children, but they can spot an evasion quicker than adults.
The man who could not be discourteous to a ground-squirrel had sat in the courthouse abetting the cause of grubby-minded little men.
There you go, wading in your clodhoppers through our private territory.
If there’s just one kind of folks, why can’t they get along with each other?
Dr. Buford’s profession was medicine and his obsession was anything that grew in the ground, so he stayed poor.
Miss Caroline was no more than twenty-one. She had bright auburn hair, pink cheeks, and wore crimson fingernail polish. She also wore high-heeled pumps and a red-and-white-striped dress. She looked and smelled like a peppermint drop. She boarded across the street one door down from us in Miss Maudie Atkinson’s upstairs front room, and when Miss Maudie introduced us to her, Jem was in a haze for days.
Hypocrites have just as much right to live in this world as anybody.” She.
Atticus took his career in his hands, made good use of a careless indictment, took his stand before a jury, and accomplished what was never before or afterwards done in Maycomb County: he won an acquittal for a colored boy on a rape charge. The chief witness for the prosecution was a white girl. Atticus.
What on earth could Ewell do to me, sister?” “Something furtive,” Aunt Alexandra said. “You may count on that.” “Nobody has much chance to be furtive in Maycomb,” Atticus answered.
Ce n’est pas parce qu’on est battu d’avance qu’il ne faut pas essayer de gagner.
Before Jem looks at anyone else, he looks at me, and I have tried to live so I can look squarely back at him. If I connived at something like this, frankly I couldn’t meet his eye, and the day I can’t do that I’ll know I’ve lost him.
Atticus Finch is the same in his house as he is on the public streets.
I’ll never worry about what’ll become of you, son, you’ll always have an idea.” Jem’s.
She had never told us on, had never played cat-and-mouse with us, she was not at all interested in our private lives. She was our friend.
Atticus said no, it wasn’t that sort of thing, that there were other ways of making people into ghosts.