|
011a9ea
|
There are just some kind of men who-who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.
|
|
to-kill-a-mockingbird
|
Harper Lee |
|
d6cf4fd
|
Dill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions. He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies.
|
|
to-kill-a-mockingbird
|
Harper Lee |
|
1e11e67
|
"Atticus---" ...said Jem bleakly. "How could they do it, how could they?" "I don't know, but they did it. They've done it before & they did it tonight & they'll do it again & when they do it--- seems that only children weep."
|
|
to-kill-a-mockingbird
jem
|
Harper Lee |
|
8bfaa91
|
A mob's always made up of people, no matter what. Mr. Cunningham was part of a mob last night, but he was still a man. Every mob in every little Southern town is always made up of people you know--doesn't say much for them, does it?
|
|
harper-lee
mob-mentality
to-kill-a-mockingbird
mob
|
Harper Lee |
|
7c39749
|
Thereafter the summer passed in routine contentment. Routine contentment was: improving our treehouse that rested between giant twin chinaberry trees in the back yard, fussing, running through our list of dramas based on the works of Oliver Optic, Victor Appleton, and Edgar Rice Burroughs. (...) Thus we came to know Dill as a pocket Merlin, whose head teemed with eccentric plans, strange longings, and quaint fancies.
|
|
scout-finch
to-kill-a-mockingbird
|
Harper Lee |