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Mockingbird Quotes

Published on Nov 21, 2015

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If General Jackson hadn't run the Creeks up the creek, Simon Finch would not have paddled up the Alabama, and where would we be if he hadn't?

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Being Southerners, it was a source of shame to some members of the family that we had no recorded ancestors on this side of the Battle of Hastings.

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He liked Maycomb, he was Maycomb County born and bred; he knew his people, they knew him, and because of Simon Finch's industry, Atticus was related by blood or marriage to nearly every family in the town.

They did not go to church, Maycomb's principal recreation, but worshipped at home.

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Simon made a pile practicing medicine.

Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I first knew it.

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It was customary for the men in the family to remain on Simon's homestead, Finch's Landing.

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The shutters and doors of the Radley house were closed on Sundays, another thing alien to Maycomb's ways: closed doors meant illness and cold weather only.

In rainy weather the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalks, the courthouse sagged in the square.

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You'll get to know the country folks after a while. The Cunninghams never took anything they can't pay back-- no church baskets sand no scrip stamps.

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Atticus Finch went to Montgomery to read law, and his younger brother went to Boston to study medicine. Their sister Alexandra was the Finch who remained on the landing.

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Our mother died when I was two.

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Rumors about the Radley family; talking about the Radley family and making up stories is tradition in Maycomb.

Miss Caroline picked up a ruler and gave me half a dozen quick little pats, then told me to stand in the corner.

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Somehow it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summer day; bony mules hitched to Hoover cars flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks in the square.

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