unfathomable to the most experienced prophets in Maycomb County, autumn turned to winter that year. We had two weeks of the coldest weather since 1885, Atticus said. Mr. Avery said 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 and I were burdened with the guilt of contributing to the aberrations of nature, thereby causing unhappiness to our neighbors and discomfort to ourselves.
Bir kibrit çakıp kaplumbağanın altına tutmanın iğrenç bir şey olduğunu söyledi Dill."İğren. falan değil, sırf dışarı çıkarmak için, ateşin içine atmak gibi bir şey değil," diye gürledi Jem."Kibritin ona zarar vermeyeceğini nereden biliyorsun?""Kaplumbağalar hissetmez, aptal," dedi Jem."Hiç kaplumbağa oldun mu?
Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ’em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird. That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it. Your father’s right, she said. Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.