— Гордостта — обобщи Мери, която се осланяше на мъдрите сиразмишления — според мен е често срещано несъвършенство. Отвсичко, което съм прочела, заключавам, че наистина се среща често,че човек по природа е склонен към това и че малцина от нас не хранятчувство на самодоволство за някои свои достойнства, все едно —истински или въображаеми. Суетност и гордост са различни неща,макар двете думи понякога да се използуват като синоними. Може даси горд, без да си суетен. Гордостта се отнася повече към мнениетони за нас самите, а суетността към онова, което бихме искали другитеда мислят за нас.
These men, we’ve been told, are like war criminals. It’s no excuse that what they did was legal at the time: their crimes are retroactive. They have committed atrocities and must be made into examples, for the rest. Though this is hardly needed. No woman in her right mind, these days, would seek to prevent a birth, should she be so lucky as to conceive. What
„Musí ti být jasné, že náš civilizovaný svět je tak rozlehlý, že si nemůžeme dovolit, aby menšiny byly nespokojené a neklidné. Zeptej se sám sebe, čeho u nás chceme dosáhnout především? Lidé chtějí být šťastní, není to tak? Neslyšels to celý život? Chci být šťastný, říkají lidé. No, a nejsou? Copak je pořád něčím nezaměstnáváme, neposkytujeme jim dost zábavy? Vždyť pro to žijeme, pro nic jiného, nemám pravdu? Pro požitek, pro příjemné vzrušení. A musíš připustit, že naše kultura nás tímhle přímo zahrnuje.
You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever. Elizabeth, feeling all the more than common awkwardness and anxiety of his situation, now forced herself to speak; and immediately, though not very fluently, gave him to understand that her sentiments had undergone so material a change, since the period to which he alluded, as to make her receive with gratitude and pleasure his present assurances. The happiness which this reply produced, was such as he had probably never felt before; and he expressed himself on the occasion as sensibly and as warmly as a man violently in love can be supposed to do. Had Elizabeth been able to encounter his eye, she might have seen how well the expression of heartfelt delight, diffused over his face, became him; but, though she could not look, she could listen, and he told her of feelings, which, in proving of what importance she was to him, made his affection every moment more valuable.
Mr. Tate blinked again, as if something had suddenly been made plain to him. Then he turned his head and looked around at Tom Robinson. As if by instinct, Tom Robinson raised his head. Something had been made plain to Atticus also, and it brought him to his feet. Sheriff, please repeat what you said. It was her right eye,