After Jem vandalizes Mrs. Dubose’s flower bed, he and Scout wait in their living room for Atticus to come home. Scout narrates:
“Two geological ages later, we heard the soles of Atticus’s shoes scrape the front steps. The screen door slammed, there was a pause—Atticus was at the hat rack in the hall—and we heard him call “Jem!” His voice was like the winter wind. Atticus switched on the ceiling light in the livingroom and found us there, frozen still.”
What literary devices does Harper Lee use to communicate how Scout and Jem feel upon Atticus’s arrival

3Why does Atticus think Mrs. Dubose is a “great lady”? Do you agree with him?4Jem responds to Atticus’s praise of Mrs. Dubose by saying: “A lady? After all those things she said about you, a lady?” Why does he question whether or not Atticus should refer to her as a “lady”? How does Maycomb society define a proper lady? Does Atticus agree? Do you agree?5What lesson do you think Atticus wants Jem to learn by having him read to Mrs. Dubose?6How did you define courage at the beginning of this section? How does Atticus define “real courage”? What metaphor doe she use to describe what he believes is the wrong idea about courage? Which characters in the novel so far display courage?7Scout tells Atticus that he must be wrong to represent Tom Robinson because most people in Maycomb think it is wrong. How does Atticus respond?8How did you define conscience at the beginning of this section? How would you refine your definition based on what you have read in this chapter? What does it mean to be ableto live with one’s self?9How does Atticus explain the insult “n---er-lover” to Scout? How does he answer the accusation?10Atticus advises Scout: “It’s never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is, it doesn’t hurt you.” Do you agree? Are insults harmless? When might they cause real damage?

imparadis't in one anothers arms  

the happier eden, shall enjoy their fill  

of bliss on bliss, while i to hell am thrust,  

where neither joy nor love, but fierce desire,  

among our other torments not the least,  

still unfulfill'd with pain of longing pines;  

yet let me not forget what i have gain'd  

from their own mouths; all is not theirs it seems:  

one fatal tree there stands of knowledge call'd,  

forbidden them to taste: knowledge forbidd'n?  

suspicious, reasonless. why should their lord  

envie them that? can it be sin to know,