In describing the sick, addicted, and dying Mrs. Dubose, to whom Jem has been given the assignment by Atticus of reading each afternoon, Scout employs original similes, to say the least:
She was horrible. Her face was the color of a dirty pillowcase, and the corner of her mouth glistened with wet, which inched like a glacier down the deep grooves enclosing her chin.
notices that Mrs. Dubose's corrections of Jem have become fewer and fewer. And, something has happened, for only her head and shoulders are visible above her covers. As her head moves from side to side, Scout sees saliva collecting on her lips:
Her mouth seemed to have a private existence of its own. It worked separate and apart from the rest of her, out and in, like a clam hole at low tide.
Occasionally it would say, "Pt," like some viscous substance coming to a boil.