The churchyard was brick-hard clay, as was the cemetery beside it. If someone died during a dry spell, the body was covered with chunks of ice until rain softened the earth. A few graves in the cemetery were marked with crumbling tombstones; newer ones were outlined with brightly colored glass and broken Coca-Cola bottles. Lightning rods guarding some graves denoted dead who rested uneasily; stumps of burned-out candles stood at the heads of infant graves. It was a happy cemetery. The.
Well, as a general rule, most women, before they’ve got ’em, present to their men smiling, agreeing faces. They hide their thoughts. You now, when you’re feeling hateful, honey, you are hateful.
The Radleys, welcome anywhere in town, kept to themselves, a predilection unforgivable in Maycomb. They.
There’s one thing I truly believe, Gertrude,” she continued, “but some people just don’t see it my way. If we just let them know we forgive ’em, that we’ve forgotten it, then this whole thing’ll blow over.
Calpurnia’s tyranny, unfairness, and meddling in my business had faded to gentle grumblings of general disapproval.
For reasons unfathomable to the most experienced prophets in Maycomb County, autumn turned to winter that year.
Atticus don’t ever do anything to Jem and me in the house that he don’t do in the yard.
Atticus raised his eyebrows in warning. He watched his daughter’s daemon rise and dominate her: her eyebrows, like his, were lifted, the heavy-lidded eyes beneath them grew round, and one corner of her mouth was raised dangerously. When she looked thus, only God and Robert Browning knew what she was likely to say.
Talking to Francis gave me the sensation of settling slowly to the bottom of the ocean. He was the most boring child I ever met. As.
Atticus had used every tool available to free men to save Tom Robinson, but in the secret courts of men’s hearts Atticus had no case.
When Dr. Finch pulled at his drink, Jean Louise saw his sharp brown eyes flash above the glass. That’s what you tend to forget about him, she thought. He’s so busy fidgeting you don’t notice how closely he’s watching you. He’s crazy, all right, like every fox that was ever born. And he knows so much more than foxes. Gracious, I’m drunk.
Ieders eiland, Jean Louise, ieders wachter, is zijn geweten. Een collectief geweten bestaat niet.
I kicked the man swiftly. Barefooted, I was surprised to see him fall back in real pain. I intended to kick his shin, but aimed too high.
Dill was from Meridian, Mississippi, was spending the summer with his aunt, Miss Rachel, and would be spending every summer in Maycomb from now on. His family was from Maycomb County originally, his mother worked for a photographer in Meridian, had entered his picture in a Beautiful Child contest and won five dollars.
She saw her old enemy’s shoulders relax, and she watched him push his hat to the back of his head. “Let’s go home, Scout. It’s been a long day. Open the door for me.” She stepped aside to let him pass. She followed him to the car and watched him get laboriously into the front seat. As she welcomed him silently to the human race, the stab of discovery made her tremble a little. Somebody.
Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth.
That doesn’t mean you hafta talk that way when you know better,” said Jem. Calpurnia.
Jij bent kleurenblind, Jean Louise. Dat ben je altijd geweest en dat zul je altijd zijn. De enige verschillen die jij ziet tussen de ene mens en de andere zijn de verschillen in uiterlijk en intelligentie en karakter en dat soort dingen. Je bent nooit opgestookt om mensen als een ras te zien, en nu dat ras de brandende kwestie van deze tijd is, ben jij nog niet in staat om in rassen te denken. Jij ziet alleen mensen.
Nobody knew what form of intimidation Mr. Radley employed to keep Boo out of sight, but.
Way back about nineteen-twenty there was a Klan, but it was a political organization more than anything. Besides, they couldn’t find anybody to scare. They paraded by Mr. Sam Levy’s house one night, but Sam just stood on his porch and told ’em things had come to a pretty pass, he’d sold ’em the very sheets on their backs. Sam made ’em so ashamed of themselves they went away.