Summer was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.
The back porch was bathed in moonlight.
In summertime, twilights are long and peaceful. Often as not, Miss Maudie and I would sit silently on her porch, watching the sky go from yellow to pink as the sun went down, watching flights of martins sweep low over the neighborhood and disappear behind the schoolhouse rooftops.
The moon was setting and the latticework shadows were fading into fuzzy nothingness.
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.
There are no clearly defined seasons in South Alabama; summer drifts into autumn, and autumn is sometimes never followed by winter, but turns to a days-old spring that melts into summer again.
August was on the brink of September.
Street lights winked down the street all the way to town.
People moved slowly then. They ambled across the square, shuffled in and out of stores around it, took their time about everything.
amble v.漫步；shuffle v.拖着脚走
A storm of laughter broke loose.
I watched the class file out for lunch.
We saw fire spewing from her dining room windows.
As if to confirm what we saw, the town fire siren wailed up the scale to a treble pitch and remained there, screaming.
Roaring, the house collapsed; fire gushed everywhere.
I crawled into his lap and tucked my head under his chin.
This time, I split my knuckle to the bone on his front teeth. My left impaired, I sailed in with my right, but not for long. Uncle Jack pinned my arms to my sides and said, “Stand still!”
A black Ford swung into the driveway.
The rifle cracked. Tim Johnson leaped, flopped over and crumbled on the sidewalk.
Two geological ages later, we heard the soles of Atticus’s shoes scrape the front steps.
The sound had a dull permanence about it.
Laughter broke them up.
Doors slammed, engines coughed, and they were gone.
Below us, the spectators drew a collective breath and leaned forward.
The red velvet curtain rippled and billowed from the scurrying going on behind it.
After ten forevers Dr.Reynolds returned.
No amount of signing could induce Atticus to let us spend Christmas day at home.
He issued a general denial.
He sunned himself in the swing.
He dragged the reason out of her.
He ran his hands down his thighs.
Safely on our porch, panting and out of breath, we looked back.
I returned to school and hated Cal steadily until a sudden shriek shattered my resentment.
Ground, sky and houses melted into a mad palette, my ears throbbed, I was suffocating.
Dizzy and nauseated, I lay on the cement and shook my head still, pounded my ears to silence.
"Do you smell my mimosa? Its like angels breath this evening."
I was trying to fight down the automatic terror rising in me.
Safely behind it, we gave way to numbness, but Jem’s mind was racing.
Jem and I were burdened with the guilt of…
Soft taffeta-like sounds and muffled scurrying sounds filled me with helpless dread.
Talking to Francis gave me the sensation of settling slowly to the bottom of the ocean.
She hurt my feelings and set my teeth permanently on edge.
Time had slowed to a nauseating crawl.
Jem sat in numb confusion.
Hot embarrassment shot through me.
I peeked at Jem: his hands were white from gripping the balcony rail, and his shoulders jerked as if each “guilty” was a separate stab between them.
He seems to have a permanent running grudge against everybody.
A strange small spasm shook him, as if he heard fingernails scrape slate,
As he told us the old tale his blue eyes would lighten and darken.
I waited for his light to go on, straining my eyes to see it flood the hall.
I began to feel sweat gathering at the edges of my hair.
Her face was a mixture of terror and fury.
I stole a glance at Jem.
I looked up to see Miss Cal standing in the middle of the room, sheer horror flooding her face.
His face contracted.
She watched the process in horrid fascination.
A faint breeze stirred and cooled the sweat running down my sides.
My scalp jumped.
Jem’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Jem was thunderstruck.
A flash of plain fear was going out of his eyes.
He arrived in a blaze of glory.
She looked around, and the shadow of her old grin crossed her face.
It was over. We bounded down the sidewalk on a spree of sheer relief, leaping and howling.
Atticus tried to stifle a smile but didn’t make it.
His face was streaked with angry tears as we made our way through the cheerful crowd.
When he settled back his face was cloudy. He was going into one of his declines, and I grew wary. His brows came together; his mouth became a thin line.
She was all angles and bones.
She wore bangs.
Impatience crept into her voice.
…“No sir,” said Jem, reddening.
I found Jem and Dill in the back yard deep in conversation.
Jem’s breath came in sobs.
Jem waved my words away as if fanning gnats.
His voice was like the winter wind.
“Did she die free?”
“As the mountain air,”
“Miss A,” said Atticus, in spite of himself.
He rained questions on her.
She murmured in varying degrees of intensity.
I wailed in dismay.
I was bursting with a sudden thought.
The fact that … has slipped Jem’s memory.
Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head.
He had finally seen the light.
The events of the summer hung over us like smoke in a closed room.
Judge’s attention was wrenched from the page by an irritating scratching noise.
例：He wrenched his mind back to the present. 他从回忆中醒来。
You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view; until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.
We could not hold her responsible when she knew no better.
There are just some kind of men who -- whore so busy worrying about the next world theyve never learned to live in this one
You might hear some ugly talk about it at school, but do one thing for me if you will: you just hold your head high and keep those fists down. No matter what anybody says to you, don’t you let them get your goat. Try fighting with your head for a change...
Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win.
lick (informal) 轻松战胜；轻易对付
to easily defeat sb or deal with sth
例：We thought we had them licked.
When a child asks you something, answer him, for goodness’ sake. But don’t make a production of it. children are children, but they can pot an evasion quicker than adults, and evasion simply muddles them.
People in their right minds never take pride in their talents.
Sometimes we have to make the best of things, and the way we conduct ourselves when the chips are down.
⭐⭐ “Well, most folks seem to think they’re right and you’re wrong...”
“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 don’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.”
There was no point in saying you were sorry if you aren’t.
⭐⭐I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.
Equal rights for all, special privileges for none.
He always took her side.
It will make us behave for days on end.
It’s pinch dark.
undo the damage
You are starting off on the wrong foot in every way.
hands on hips
I told Cal to just wait, I’d fix her.
I suggested that A lose no time in packing her off.
below the belt
I’ll be dogged.
If you describe someones actions as dogged, you mean that they are determined to continue with something even if it becomes difficult or dangerous. 顽强的
Let us leave it at this.
I run errands for him.
It’s unanimous that…
bits and scraps
She had never told on us.
I was raveling a thread.
Jem fielded Dill’s fly with his eyes shut.
I told you to stay put.
I couldn’t hold up my head in town.
I merely bowed to the inevitable.
as sure as eggs
She was a back-porch listener.
I was in for it.
You’ve never laid a hand on her.
You work your head off.
in ones and twos
fight tooth and nail
As they say: the proof of the pudding is in eating it.
look dagger at 怒视
use phrase out of context 断章取义
I was blue in the face.
You have to hand it to Atticus Finch.
You have many more miles to go.
= You have a long way to go.
This is the last straw.
They had lost no time in greeting her view on his demise.
go to bed with the chicken
put two and two together
bide one’s time
With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable.
If your father is anything, he’s civilized in his heart.
There are some men in this world who were born to do our unpleasant jobs for us. Your father’s one of them.