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But in the absence of eye-witness there's always a doubt, sometimes only the shadow of a doubt. The law says 'reasonable doubt', but I think a defendant's entitled to the shadow of doubt. There's always the possibility, no matter how improbable, that he's innocent.

education than most coloured folks. When she squinted

The Gray Ghost, by Seckatary Hawkins.

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.

An old campaigner, he did not speak until we were on the sidewalk. What’s up? Jem’s got the look-arounds, an affliction Calpurnia said all boys caught at his age.

it’s never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is, it doesn’t hurt you. So

I think maybe he put his gun down when he realized that God had given him an unfair advantage over most living things.

After all, if Aunty could be a lady at a time like this, so could I.

her victim—of necessity she must put him away from her—he must be removed from her presence, from this world. She must destroy the evidence of her offense. What was

cheatin' a colored man is ten times worse than cheatin' a white man

pero a veces la Biblia en manos de un hombre determinado es peor que una botella de whisky en las de..., oh, de tu padre. Me

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.

Besides making change in the collection plate every Sunday, Mr. Avery sat on the porch every night until nine o’clock and sneezed.

Matches were dangerous, but cards were fatal. Jem,

Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.

Hey.

she won’t

There ain’t one thing in this world I can do about folks except laugh, so I’m gonna join the circus and laugh my head off.

Почти все люди хорошие, когда их в конце концов поймешь.

Apparently Mayella’s recital had given her confidence, but it was not her father’s brash kind: there was something stealthy about hers, like a steady-eyed cat with a twitchy tail.

It's not time to worry yet.

Los payasos son hombres tristes; es la gente la que se ríe de ellos. —Bien,

I’m Charles Baker Harris, he said, and I can read.

Let the dead bury the dead this time, Mr. Finch. Let the dead bury the dead.

I learned more about the poor Mrunas’ social life from listening to Mrs. Merriweather: they had so little sense of family that the whole tribe was one big family.

You’ll get your head shot off, Jem.

Maybe I can tell you, said Miss Maudie. If your father’s anything, he’s civilized in his heart. Marksmanship’s a gift of God, a talent—oh, you have to practice to make it perfect, but shootin’s different from playing the piano or the like. I think maybe he put his gun down when he realized that God had given him an unfair advantage over most living things. I guess he decided he wouldn’t shoot till he had to, and he had to today. Looks like he’d be proud of it, I said. People in their right minds never take pride in their talents, said Miss Maudie. We

Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I’d have the facts.

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. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people: Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself. We

Coragem é fazer uma coisa mesmo estando derrotado antes de começar

Naw, Jem, I think there’s just one kind of folks. Folks.’ Jem

I wondered if anybody had ever called her ma’am or Miss Mayella in her life; probably not, as she took offense to routine courtesy. What on earth was her life like?

There's something in our world that makes men lose their heads--they couldn't be fair if they tried.

Boo Radley,

The night-crawlers had retired, but ripe chinaberries drummed on the roof when the wind stirred, and the darkness was desolate with the barking of distant dogs.

turned around

For a while’ in Maycomb meant anything from three days to thirty years.

The handful of people in this town who say that fair play is not marked White Only; the handful of people who say a fair trial is for everybody, not just us; the handful of people with enough humility to think, when they look at a Negro, there but for the Lord’s kindness am I.

Só que há alguns tipos de homem que... que estão tão ocupados preocupando-se com o próximo mundo, que nunca aprendem a viver neste.

No, I mean I can smell somebody an' tell if they're gonna die. An old lady taught me how. Jean--Louise--Finch, you are going to die in three days.

Well, it’d be sort of like shootin’ a mockingbird, wouldn’t it? Atticus put his face in my hair and rubbed it. When he got up and walked across the porch into the shadows, his youthful step had returned. Before he went inside the house, he stopped in front of Boo Radley. Thank you for my children, Arthur, he said.

blood and read a newspaper when his only son

— As pessoas que estão no seu perfeito juízo nunca se orgulham dos seus talentos.

You never went to school and you do all right, so I’ll just stay home too. You can teach me like Grandaddy taught you ’n’ Uncle Jack. No

Querida, nunca pode tomar como um insulto que as pessoas te chamem nomes feios. Só mostra até que ponto essa pessoa é pobre de espírito, mas não pode te magoar.

Atticus Finch’s a deep reader, a mighty deep reader.

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. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people: Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself.

I was a ham.

No, tutti devono imparare, nessuno nasce sapendo già le cose. Walter è intelligentissimo, soltanto rimane indietro perché a volte deve andare nei campi ad aiutare suo padre; ma è in gamba lo stesso. No Jem, io credo che la gente sia di un tipo solo: gente, e basta!

Dill was a villain’s villain: he could get into any character part assigned him, and appear tall if height was part of the devilry required.