Literary Elements Revision

Ch.
12-17
Literary Elements
TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD
Simile
Zeebo cleared his throat and read in a voice like

the rumble of distant artillery (Ch. 12).
Simile
Aunt Alexandra fitted into the world of Maycomb

like a hand into a glove (Ch. 13).
Personification
As they had come, in ones and twos the men

shuffled back to their ramshackle cars. Doors
slammed, engines coughed, and they were gone
(Ch. 15).
Metaphor
I dont see any harm in letting her go out there.

Cald look after her there as well as she does here.
Who was the her they were talking about? My
heart sank: me. I felt the starched walls of a pink
cotton penitentiary closing in on me, and for the
second time in my life I thought of running away.
Immediately (Ch. 14).
Metaphor
So it took an eight-year-old child to bring them to

their senses, didnt it? said Atticus. That proves
somethingthat a gang of wild animals can be
stopped simply because theyre still human (Ch.
16).
Hyperbole
In Saturdays, armed with out nickels, when Jem

permitted me to accompany him (he was now
positively allergic to my presence when in public)
(Ch. 14).
Hyperbole
Atticus: Shes a faithful member of the family and

you will simply have to accept things they way they
are. Besides, sister, I dont want you working your
head off for us no reason to do that. We still need
Cal as much as we ever did (Ch. 14).
Characterization:
Major Character

Go home, Jem, he said. Take Scout and Dill home.

We were accustomed to prompt, if not always cheerful
acquiescence to Atticuss instructions, but from the way he
stood Jem was not thinking of budging.
Go home, I said.
Jem shook his head. As Atticuss fists went to his hips, so did
Jems, and as they faced each other I could see little
resemblance between them: Jems soft brown hair and eyes,
his oval face and snug-fitting ears were our mothers,
contrasting oddly with Atticuss graying black hair and
square-cut features, but they were somehow alike. Mutual
defiance made them alike.
Son, I said go home. Jem shook his head.
Characterization:
Minor Character
In answer to the clerks booming voice, a little

bantam cock [a type of rooster ] of a man strutted
to the stand, the back of his neck reddening at the
sound of his name A shock of wispy new-washed
hair stood up from his forehead; his nose was think,
pointed, and shiny; he had no chin to speak ofit
seemed to be part of his crepey neck (Ch. 17).
Note: This is also an extended metaphor.
Foreshadowing
Mr. Tate was saying, I dont look for any trouble,
but I cant guarantee there wont be any
Dont be foolish, Heck. This is Maycomb.
Mr. Link Deas said, Nobody around here is up
to anything, its that Old Sarum bunch Im worried
about (Ch. 15).
Verbal Irony
Atticus: Howd you like for her to come live with

us?
I said I would like it very much, which was a lie, but
one must lie under certain circumstances, at all times
when one cant do anything about them.
Verbal Irony
Well, said Miss Stephanie. I thought I might just

look in at the courthouse, to see what Atticus is up
to.
Better be careful he doesnt hand you a
subpoena.
We asked Miss Maudie to elucidate: she said Miss
Stephanie seemed to know so much about the case
she might as well be called on to testify.
Dramatic Irony
There was a smell of stale whiskey and pigpen

about, and when I glanced around I discovered that
these men were strangers I had leapt
triumphantly into a ring a people I had never seen
before
Go home, Jem, he said. Take Scout and Dill home
(Ch. 15).
[Scout has no idea what is going on.]
Situational Irony
In Ch. 15, it is Scout that, in her innocence,

unwittingly diffuses the tension of the lynch mob
outside the jail house by addressing Mr.
Cunningham directly about personal matters.
Symbol
As we walked up the sidewalk, we saw a solitary light

burning in the distance. Thats funny, said Jem, jail
doesnt have an outside light.
Looks like its over the door, said Dill. A long extension
cord ran between the bars of a second-floor window
and down the side of the building. In the light from its
bare bulb, Atticus was sitting propped against the front
door. He was sitting in one of his office chairs, and he
was reading, oblivious of the nightbugs dancing over his
head (Ch. 15).
Symbol
The Maycomb County courthouse was faintly reminiscent of

Arlington in one respect: the concrete pillars supporting its
south roof were too heavy for their light burden. The pillars
were all that remained standing when the original courthouse
burned in 1856. Another courthouse was built around them. It
is better to say, built in spite of them. But for the south porch,
the Maycomb County courthouse was early Victorian,
presenting an unoffensive vista when seen from the north.
From the other side, however, Greek revival columns clashed
with a big nineteenth-century clock tower housing a rusty
unreliable instrument, a view indicating a people determined
to preserve every physical scrap of the past (Ch. 17).
Symbol
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, had Miss Maudie
deigned to permit a geranium on her premises.
People said they were Mayella Ewells (Ch. 17).

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Ch.

Zeebo cleared his throat and read in a voice like

Aunt Alexandra fitted into the world of Maycomb

As they had come, in ones and twos the men

I dont see any harm in letting her go out there.

So it took an eight-year-old child to bring them to

In Saturdays, armed with out nickels, when Jem

Atticus: Shes a faithful member of the family and

Go home, Jem, he said. Take Scout and Dill home.

In answer to the clerks booming voice, a little

Atticus: Howd you like for her to come live with

Well, said Miss Stephanie. I thought I might just

There was a smell of stale whiskey and pigpen

In Ch. 15, it is Scout that, in her innocence,

As we walked up the sidewalk, we saw a solitary light

The Maycomb County courthouse was faintly reminiscent of

One corner of the yard, though, bewildered

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