TKAM Chapters 24-25

Dill would be leaving for Meridian tomorrow; today he was off with Jem at Barker’s Eddy.

From the kitchen, I heard Mrs. Grace Merriweather giving a report in the livingroom on the squalid lives of the Mrunas, it sounded like to me.

Ladies in bunches always filled me with vague apprehension and a firm desire to be elsewhere, but this feeling was what Aunt

Hurriedly I began choosing my vocation.

Miss Stephanie eyed me suspiciously, decided that I meant no impertinence, and contented herself with, “Well, you won’t get very far until you start wearing dresses more often.”

Mr. Merriweather, a faithful Methodist under duress, apparently saw nothing personal in singing, “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me…” It was the general opinion of Maycomb, however, that Mrs. Merriweather had sobered him up and made a reasonably useful citizen of him.

For certainly Mrs. Merriweather was the most devout lady in Maycomb.

Mrs. Merriweather’s large brown eyes always filled with tears when she considered the oppressed.

Out there in J. Grimes Everett’s land there’s nothing but sin and squalor.”

The last note would linger as long as there was air to sustain it.

She had a curious habit of prefacing everything she said with a soft sibilant sound.

Her voice soared over the clink of coffee cups and the soft bovine sounds of the ladies munching their dainties.

When Miss Maudie was angry her brevity was icy.

“Hypocrites, Mrs. Perkins, born hypocrites,” Mrs. Merriweather was saying.

Typical of a nigger’s mentality to have no plan, no thought for the future, just run blind first chance he saw.

There was a brief obituary in the Colored News, but there was also an editorial.

There was a brief obituary in the Colored News, but there was also an editorial.

Mr. Ewell’s views on Tom’s demise and passing them along through that English

Irony and humor have always been humanity’s primary tools in creatively engaging contradictory realities. Forbes (Sep 25, 2012)