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Figurative Language - Characters

Maycomb

Created by: Cristina Hernandez Period 1

Map of Maycomb

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

- ch. 1, Personification

“Ladies bathed before noon, after their three-o’clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum powder.”

- ch. 1, Simile

“Listening to porch swings creaking with the weight of the neighborhood.”

- ch. 6, Metaphor/Hyperbole

“I turned to go home. Street lights winked down the street all the way to town. I had never seen our neighborhood from this angle.”

- ch. 31, Imagery

“The street lights were fuzzy from the fine rain that was falling.”

- ch. 31, Alliteration

Heck Tate

"To my way of thinkin', Mr. Finch, taking the one man who's done you and this town a great service an' draggin' him with his shy ways into the limelight—to me, that's a sin. It's a sin and I'm not about to have it on my head."

- ch. 30, Symbol

Courthouse

“It was a gala occasion. There was no room at the public hitching rail for another animal, mules and wagons were parked under every available tree. The courthouse square was covered with picnic parties sitting on newspapers, washing down biscuit and syrup with warm milk from fruit jars.”

- ch. 16, Imagery

"The courtroom was exactly the same as a cold February morning..."

- ch. 21, Simile

"It was like watching Atticus walk into the street, raise a rifle to his shoulder and pull the trigger..."

- ch. 21, Simile

“Every wood door in the neighborhood was shut as tight as the doors of the Radley Place."

- ch. 21, Simile

"I ain't ever seen any jury decide in favor of a colored man over a white man..."

- ch. 21, Foreshadowing

Alabama

“There are no clearly defined seasons in South Alabama; summer drifts into autumn is sometimes never followed winter, but turns to a day's springs that melts into summer. That fall was a long one, hardly cool enough for a light jacket.”

- ch. 7, Imagery and Personification

Judge Taylor

"The Governor was eager to scrape a few barnacles off the ship of state..."

- ch. 15, Metaphor

First Purchase African M.E.

Maudie Atkinson's House

“First Purchase African M.E. Church was in the Quarters outside the southern town limits, across the old sawmill tracks. It was an ancient paint-peeled frame building, the only church in Maycomb with a steeple and bell, called First Purchase because it was paid for from the first earnings of freed slaves. Negroes worshiped in it on Sundays and white men gambled in it on weekdays.”

- ch. 12, Imagery

“If she found a blade of nut grass in her yard it was like the Second Battle of the Marne: she swooped down upon it with a tin tub and subjected it to blasts from beneath with a poisonous substance she said was so powerful it’d kill us all if we didn’t stand out of the way.”

- ch. 5, Simile

Grace Merriweather

"Mrs. Merriweather played her voice like an organ"

- ch. 24, Simile

Maudie Atkinson

Calpurina

“Her hand was wide as a bed slat and twice as hard.”

- ch. 1, Simile

""She was all angles and bones; she was nearsighted..."

- ch. 1, Imagery

"I heard Miss Maudie breathing as if she had just climbed the steps, and in the dining room the ladies chattered happily."

- ch. 24, Auditory Imagery

“Miss Maudie hated her house: time spent indoors was time wasted. She was a widow, a chameleon lady who worked in her flower beds in an old straw hat and men’s coveralls, but after her five o’clock bath she would appear on the porch and reign over the street in magisterial beauty.”

- ch. 5, Imagery

Mr. Avery

“Mr. Avery’s sort of shaped like a snowman, ain’t he?”

- ch. 8, Imagery

Mayella Ewell

Churchyard

"A young girl walked to the witness stand. As she raised her hand and swore that the evidence she gave would be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help her God, she seemed somehow fragile-looking, but when she sat facing us in the witness chair she became what she was, a thick-bodied girl accustomed to strenuous labor."

- ch. 18, Imagery

Robert E. Lee (Bob) Ewell

"The churchyard was brick-hard clay, as was the cemetery beside it. If someone died during a dry spell, the body was covered with chunks of ice until rain softened the earth...Lightning rods guarding some graves denoted dead who rested uneasily; stumps of burned-out candles stood at the heads of infant graves. It was a happy cemetery."

- ch. 12, Imagery

“The warm bittersweet smell of clean Negro welcomed us as we entered the churchyard—Hearts of Love hairdressing mingled with asafoetida, snuff, Hoyt’s Cologne, Brown’s Mule, peppermint, and lilac talcum.”

- ch. 12, Imagery

“Every town the size of Maycomb had families like the Ewells. No economic fluctuations changed their status—people like the Ewells lived as guests of the county in prosperity as well as in the depths of a depression. No truant officers could keep their numerous offspring in school; no public health officer could free them from congenital defects, various worms, and the diseases indigenous to filthy surroundings.”

- ch. 17, Metaphor

Mrs. Dubose

“We would be raked by her wrathful gaze, subjected to ruthless interrogation regarding our behavior, and given a melancholy prediction on what we would amount to when we grew up, which was always nothing.“

- ch. 11, Hyperbole

Cabins

Mrs. Dubose's House

Ewell Residence

“An oppressive odor met us when we crossed the threshold, an odor I had met many times in rain-rotted gray houses where there are coal-oil lamps, water dippers, and unbleached domestic sheets. It always made me afraid, expectant, watchful.”

- ch. 11, Imagery

“A dirt road ran from the highway past the dump, down to a small Negro settlement some five hundred yards beyond the Ewells’..... In the frosty December dusk, their cabins looked neat and snug with pale blue smoke rising from the chimneys and doorways glowing amber from the fires inside. There were delicious smells about; chicken, bacon frying crisp as the twilight air.”

- ch. 17, Imagery

“The cabin’s plank walls were supplemented with sheets of corrugated iron, its roof shingled with tin cans hammered flat, so only its general shape suggested its original design: square, with four tiny rooms opening onto a shotgun hall, the cabin rested uneasily upon four irregular lumps of limestone.”

- ch. 17, Imagery

“On one corner of the yard, though, bewildered Maycomb. Against the fence, in a line, were six chipped-enamel slop jars holding brilliant red geraniums, cared for as tenderly as if they belonged to Miss Maudie Atkinson.”

- ch. 17, Imagery

Scout

Tom Robinson

Dill

“Next morning I awoke, looked out the window and nearly died of fright.”

- ch. 8, Hyperbole

“Tom Robinson’s powerful shoulders rippled under his thin shirt. He rose to his feet and stood with his right hand on the back of his chair. He looked oddly off balance, but it was not from the way he was standing. His left arm was fully twelve inches shorter than his right, and hung dead at his side. It ended in a small shriveled hand, and from as far away as the balcony I could see that it was no use to him.”

- ch. 18, Imagery

“The Radley Place fascinated Dill. In spite of our warnings and explanations, it drew him as the moon draws water, but drew him no nearer than the light-pole on the corner, a safe distance from the Radley gate.”

- ch. 1, Simile

“Thus we came to know Dill as a pocket Merlin, whose head teemed with eccentric plans, strange longings, and quaint fancies.”

- ch. 1, Imagery

“Dill was a villain’s villain: he could get into any character part assigned him, and appear tall if height was part of the devilry required.”

- ch. 4, Imagery

Alexandra Hancock

Atticus

“Today was Sunday, and Aunt Alexandra was positively irritable on the Lord’s Day. I guess it was her Sunday corset. She was not fat, but solid, and she chose protective garments that drew up her bosom to giddy heights, pinched in her waist, flared out her rear, and managed to suggest that Aunt Alexandra’s was once an hour-glass figure.”

- ch. 13, Imagery

“I looked down and saw Atticus strolling around with his hands in his pockets: he

made a tour of the windows, then walked by the railing over to the jury box. He

looked in it, inspected Judge Taylor on his throne, then went back to where he

started. I caught his eye and waved to him. He acknowledged my salute with a

nod, and resumed his tour. "

- ch. 21, Imagery

“Atticus was speaking so quietly his last word crashed on our ears. I looked up,

and his face was vehement.”

- ch. 23, Auditory Imagery

TOWN DUMP

Atticus

Jem

“I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what.''

- ch. 11, Metaphor

" ’You've got us in a box, Jem,’ I muttered.“

- ch. 6, Metaphor

“Jem was facing me when he looked up, and I saw him go stark white.”

- ch. 7, Hyperbole

Radley Residence

“From the day Mr. Radley took Arthur home, people said the house died.”

- ch. 1, Personification

“The old house was the same, droopy and sick, but as we stared down the street we thought we saw an inside shutter move. Flick. A tiny, almost invisible movement, and the house was still.”

- ch. 1, Personification

“The back porch was bathed in moonlight and the shadow, crisp as toast.”

- ch. 6, Simile

“At first I thought it was a tree, but there was no wind and,tree trunks never walk.”

ch. 6, Personification

Arthur (Boo) Radley

“When boo radley shuffled to his feet, light from the living room windows glistened on his forehead. Every move he made was uncertain, as if he were not sure his hands and feet could make proper contact with the things he touched. He coughed his dreadful railing cough, and was so shaken he had to sit down again.”

- ch. 31, Imagery

Radley Residence

“The Radley Place had ceased to terrify me, but it was no less gloomy, no less chilly under its great oaks, and no less uninviting.”

- ch. 26, Imagery

“Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radley porch was enough.”

- ch. 31, Hyperbole

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