Beware of page numbers, as many of us use different
editions and they may not match yours. This is information that I found looking in my
resource:
P. 11
Maycomb was an
old town, but it was a tired old town when I first knew it. In rainy weather the
streets turned to red slop; grass grew on sidewalks, the courthouse sagged in the
square. Somehow, it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summer's day; bony mules
hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks on the
square. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon,
after their three-o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings
of sweat and sweet talcum.
p.
18
In Maycomb 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."
P. 293- about the
people
"Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with
sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap
dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. But
neighbors give in return. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we
had given him nothing, and it made me sad."-
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