TKAMB Ch. 1-10

Dizzy and nauseated, I lay on the cement and shook my head still, pounded my ears to silence, and heard Jem's voice: "Scout, get away from there, come on!"

Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I'd have the facts.

Boo bit it off one night when he couldn't find any cats and squirrels to eat.); she sat in the living room and cried most of the time, while Boo slowly whittled away all the furniture in the house.

Ground, sky and houses melted into a mad palette, my ears throbbed, I was suffocating.

Lastly, we were to stay away from that house until we were invited there, we were not to play an asinine game he had seen us playing or make fun of anybody on this street or in this town.

Once the town was terrorized by a series of morbid nocturnal events: people's chickens and household pets were found mutilated; although the culprit was Crazy Addie, who eventually drowned himself in Barker's Eddy, people still looked at the Radley

I suppose she chose me because she knew my name; as I read the alphabet a faint line appeared between her eyebrows, and after making me read most of My First Reader and the stock-market quotations from The Mobile Register aloud, she discovered that

It was obstreperous, disorderly and abusive -"
"You gonna give me a chance to tell you?

The back of the Radley house was less inviting than the front: a ramshackle porch ran the width of the house; there were two doors and two dark windows between the doors.

Jem said Mr. Avery misfigured, Dill said he must drink a gallon a day, and the ensuing contest to determine relative distances and respective prowess only made me feel left out again, as I was untalented in this area.

But by the end of August our repertoire was vapid from countless reproductions, and it was then that Dill gave us the idea of making Boo Radley come out.

Jem and I had always enjoyed the free run of Miss Maudie's yard if we kept out of her azaleas, but our contact with her was not clearly defined.

When it healed, and Jem's fears of never being able to play football were assuaged, he was seldom self-conscious about his injury.

Inside the house lived a malevolent phantom.

I guess it ain't your fault if Uncle Atticus is a nigger-lover besides, but I'm here to tell you it certainly does mortify the rest of the family."

Jem scooped up an armful of dirt, patted it into a mound on which he added another load, and another until he had constructed a torso.

I don't know of any landowner around here who begrudges those children any game their father can hit."

They ambled across the square, shuffled in and out of the stores around it, took their time about everything.

"Don't blame me when he gouges your eyes out.

It was obstreperous, disorderly and abusive -"
"You gonna give me a chance to tell you?