There was nowhere to go, but I turned to go and met Atticus's vest front. I buried my head in it and listened to the small internal noises that went on behind the light blue cloth: his watch ticking, the faint crackle of his starched shirt, the soft sound of his breathing. 'Your stomach's growling,' I said. 'I know it,' he said.
Harper LeeFor the life of me, I did not understand how he[Atticus] could sit there in cold blood and read a newspaper when his only son stood an excellent chance of being murdered with a Confederate Army relic.
Harper LeeDonโt talk like that, Dill,โ said Aunt Alexandra. โItโs not becoming to a child. Itโs โ cynical.โ โI ainโt cynical, Miss Alexandra. Tellinโ the truthโs not cynical, is it?โ โThe way you tell it, it is.
Harper Lee