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There goes the meanest man ever God blew breath into, murmured Calpurnia, and she spat meditatively into the yard. We

Không còn nghi ngờ về điều ấy, tôi phải nhanh chóng bước vào thế giới này, nơi mà ở ngoài mặt là các bà thơm tho ngồi đu đưa từ tốn, phe phẩy quạt, uống nước mát.Nhưng tôi quen thuộc và thoải mái hơn trong thế giới của bố tôi. Những người giống ông Heck Tate không bẫy ta bằng những câu hỏi vô hại để giễu cợt ta; ngay cả Jem cũng không chê bai gì nhiều trừ khi ta nói điều gì đó ngốc nghếch.

think I’m beginning to understand why Boo Radley’s stayed shut up in the house all this time . . . it’s because he wants to stay inside.

There is not a person in this courtroom who has never told a lie, who has never done an immoral thing, and there is no man living who has never looked upon a woman without desire.

We don’t write in the first grade, we print. You won’t learn to write until you’re in the third grade. Calpurnia

He was as good as his worst performance; his worst performance was Gothic.

One more thing, gentlemen, before I quit. Thomas Jefferson once said that all men are created equal, a phrase that the Yankees and the distaff side of the Executive branch in Washington are fond of hurling at us. There is a tendency in this year of grace, 1935, for certain people to use this phrase out of context, to satisfy all conditions. The most ridiculous example I can think of is that the people who run public education promote the stupid and idle along with the industrious—because all men are created equal, educators will gravely tell you, the children left behind suffer terrible feelings of inferiority. We know all men are not created equal in the sense some people would have us believe—some people are smarter than others, some people have more opportunity because they’re born with it, some men make more money than others, some ladies make better cakes than others—some people are born gifted beyond the normal scope of most men. But there is one way in this country in which all men are created equal—there is one human institution that makes a pauper the equal of a Rockefeller, the stupid man the equal of an Einstein, and the ignorant man the equal of any college president. That institution, gentlemen, is a court. It can be the Supreme Court of the United States or the humblest J.P. court in the land, or this honorable court which you serve. Our courts have their faults, as does any human

it was written on the Rosetta Stone that when children disobeyed their parents, smoked cigarettes and made war on each other, the seasons would change:

Jem restrained me from further questions. He said Atticus was still touchous about us and the Radleys and it wouldn’t do to push him any. Jem

They’re certainly entitled to think that, and they’re entitled to full respect for their opinions,’ said Atticus, ‘but before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.’ When

Μα μερικές φορές η Βίβλος στα χέρια ενός ανθρώπου είναι χειρότερη απ' ό,τι ένα μπουκάλι ουίσκι στα χέρια του ...να

Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. But neighbors give in return. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we had given him nothing, and it made me sad. I

Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I first knew it. In rainy weather the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalks, the courthouse sagged in the square. Somehow, it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summer’s day; bony mules hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks on the square. Men’s stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after their three-o’clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.

Let’s try to make him come out, said Dill. I’d like to see what he looks like. Jem said if Dill wanted to get himself killed, all he had to do was go up and knock on the front door.

it had nothing to fear but fear itself.

in Alabama can’t—? I was indignant. I do. I guess it’s to protect our frail ladies from sordid cases like Tom’s. Besides, Atticus grinned, I doubt if we’d ever get a complete case tried—the

simply by the nature of the work, every lawyer gets at least one case in his lifetime that affects him personally. This one’s mine, I guess.

Mockingbirds don't do one thing except make music for us to enjoy.

I wish Bob Ewell wouldn't chew tobacco." was all Atticus said about it. According to Miss Stephanie Crawford, however, Atticus was leaving the post office when Mr. Ewell approached him, cursed him, spat on him, and threatened to kill him...Miss Stephanie said Atticus didn't bat an eye, just took out his handkerchief and wiped his face and stood there and let Mr. Ewell call him names wild horses could not bring her to repeat.

Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radley porch was enough. The

I thought Mr. Cunningham was a friend of ours. You told me a long time ago he was. He still is. But last night he wanted to hurt you. Atticus placed his fork beside his knife and pushed his plate aside. Mr. Cunningham’s basically a good man, he said, he just has his blind spots along with the rest of us. Jem

We know all men are not created equal in the sense some people would have us believe - some people are smarter than others, some people have more opportunity because they're born with it, some men make more money than others, some ladies make better cakes than others - some people are born gifted beyond the normal scope of most men.

Serving on a jury forces a man to make up his mind and declare himself about something. Men don’t like to do that. Sometimes it’s unpleasant.

Besides, nothin’s real scary except in books. Atticus

Bimba mia, non è mai una vergogna sentirsi buttare addosso una parolaccia. Dimostra soltanto quanto sia meschina la persona che te la dice: a te non può fare alcun male.

Atticus had urged them to accept the state’s generosity in allowing them to plead Guilty to second-degree murder and escape with their lives, but they were Haverfords, in Maycomb County a name synonymous with

around the house to get in, but he run out the front door just ahead of me. I sawed who he was, all right. I was too distracted about Mayella to run after’im. I run in the house and she was lyin’ on the floor squallin’— Then what did you

but things like long life ’n’ good health, ’n’ passin’ six-weeks tests . . .

The jail was Maycomb’s only conversation piece: its detractors said it looked like a Victorian privy; its supporters said it gave the town a good solid respectable look, and no stranger would ever suspect that it was full of niggers. As

Hepimiz hemen masanın çevresine toplandık, herkes kendince öğretmeni teselli etmeye çalışıyordu. Çok aşağılık biri... bel altına vuruyor... sizi bu tür çocuklara öğretmenlik etmek için çağırmadılar... Maycomblular öyle değildir, Bayan Caroline, inanın... üzülmeyin artık, efendim. Bayan Caroline, haydi bize bir hikaye okuyun. Bu sabah okuduğunuz o kedi şeyi vardı ya, çok güzeldi...

My memory stirred.

There is not a person in this courtroom who has never told a lie, who has never done an immoral thing, and there is no man living who has never looked upon a woman without desire. Atticus

The rural children who could, usually brought clippings from what they called The Grit Paper, a publication spurious in the eyes of Miss Gates, our teacher. Why she frowned when a child recited from The Grit Paper I never knew, but in some way it was associated with liking fiddling, eating syrupy biscuits for lunch, being a holy-roller, singing Sweetly Sings the Donkey and pronouncing it dunkey, all of which the state paid teachers to discourage. Even

Miško paukštis į mišką ir žiūri

I don’t know, but they did it. They’ve done it before and they did it tonight and they’ll do it again and when they do it – seems that only children weep. Good night.

People moved slowly then. They ambled across the square, shuffled in and out of the stores around it, took their time about everything. A day was twenty-four hours long but seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County.

It was a happy cemetery. The

It's not necessary to tell all you know. It's not ladylike- in the second place, folks don't like to have somebody around knowin' more than they do. It aggravates ‘em. You’re not gonna change any of them by talkin’ right, they’ve got to want to learn themselves, and when they don’t want to learn there’s nothing you can do but keep your mouth shut or talk their language.

[...] There are just some men who -- who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one [...]

el que hayamos perdido cien años antes de empezar no es motivo para que no intentemos vencer

Hmp, maybe we need a police force of children .

Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.’ –

Thus we came to know Dill as a pocket Merlin, whose head teemed with eccentric plans, strange longings, and quaint fancies. But

Atticus said that Jem was trying hard to forget something, but what he was really doing was storing it away for a while, until enough time passed. Then he would be able to think about it and sort things out. When he was able to think about it, Jem would be himself again.

They don’t usually drink on Sunday, they go to church most of the day .

Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just

There was no doubt about it, I must soon enter this world, where on its surface fragrant ladies rocked slowly, fanned gently, and drank cool water.

see why you touched it in the first place, Mr. Link Deas was saying. You’ve got everything to lose from this, Atticus. I mean everything. Do you really

I do my best to love everyday

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