经典名句-英文：I have nothing to do with people in the world but laugh. I’ll jointhe circus and laugh at him.
For reasons unfathomable to the most experienced prophets in MaycombCounty,autumn turned to winter that year. We had two weeks of the coldestweather since 1885,Atticus said. Mr. Avery said it was written on the RosettaStone that when childrendisobeyed their parents, smoked cigarettes and made waron each other, the seasonswould change: Jem and I were burdened with the guiltof contributing to the aberrationsof nature, thereby causing unhappiness to ourneighbors and discomfort to ourselves.
Old Mrs. Radley died that winter, but her death caused hardly aripple—theneighborhood seldom saw her, except when she watered her cannas. Jemand Idecided that Boo had got her at last, but when Atticus returned from theRadley househe said she died of natural causes, to our disappointment.
“Ask him,” Jem whispered.
“You ask him, you’re the oldest.”
“That’s why you oughta ask him.”
“Atticus,” I said, “did you see Mr. Arthur?”
Atticus looked sternly around his newspaper at me: “I did not.”
Jem restrained me from further questions. He said Atticus was stilltouchous about usand the Radleys and it wouldn’t do to push him any. Jem had anotion that Atticusthought our activities that night last su妹妹er were not solelyconfined to strip poker. Jemhad no firm basis for his ideas, he said it wasmerely a twitch.
Next morning I awoke, looked
out the window and nearly died of fright. Myscreamsbrought Atticus from his bathroom half-shaven.
“The world’s endin‘, Atticus! Please do something—!” I dragged him to thewindow andpointed.
“No it’s not,” he said. “It’s snowing.”