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Maybe there is a beast... maybe it's only us.
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Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.
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The thing is - fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.
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The greatest ideas are the simplest.
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inspirational
simplicity
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We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
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I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
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men
equality
women
superiority
gender
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Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it's no go? Why things are what they are?
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hallucination
simon
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What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
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William Golding |
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Sucks to your ass-mar!
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William Golding |
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If faces were different when lit from above or below -- what was a face? What was anything?
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William Golding |
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We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages. We're English, and the English are best at everything.
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nationalism
poignant
pride
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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet.
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tiredness
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They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.
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His voice rose under the black smoke before the burning wreckage of the island; and infected by that emotion, the other little boys began to shake and sob too. And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of mans heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.
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William Golding |
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The mask was a thing on it's own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
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William Golding |
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Maybe," he said hesitantly, "maybe there is a beast." [...] "What I mean is, maybe it's only us."
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William Golding |
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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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William Golding |
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Which is better--to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
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William Golding |
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Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars. Then the breeze died too and there was no noise save the drip and tickle of water that ran out of clefts and spilled down, leaf by leaf, to the brown earth of the island. The air was cool, moist, and clear; and presently even the sound of the water was still. The beast lay huddled on the pale beach and th..
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William Golding |
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The rules!" shouted Ralph, "you're breaking the rules!" "Who cares?"
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I know there isn't no beast--not with claws and all that, I mean--but I know there isn't no fear, either." Piggy paused. "Unless--" Ralph moved restlessly. "Unless what?" "Unless we get frightened of people."
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There have been so many interpretations of the story that I'm not going to choose between them. Make your own choice. They contradict each other, the various choices. The only choice that really matters, the only interpretation of the story, if you want one, is your own. Not your teacher's, not your professor's, not mine, not a critic's, not some authority's. The only thing that matters is, first, the experience of being in the story, movin..
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William Golding |
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People don't help much.
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ralph
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He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.
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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.
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His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.
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I'm scared of him," said Piggy, "and that's why I know him. If you're scared of someone you hate him but you can't stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he's all right really, an' then when you see him again; it's like asthma an' you can't breathe..."
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What I mean is... maybe it's only us...
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William Golding |
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Roger stooped, picked up a stone, aimed and threw it at Henry-threw it to miss. The stone, that token of preposterous time, bounced five yards to Henry's right and fell in the water. Roger gathered a handful of stones and began to throw them. Yet there was a space round Henry, perhaps six yards in diameter, into which he dare not throw. Here, invisible yet strong, was the taboo of the old life. Round the squatting child was the protection o..
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I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth.
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At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
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vision
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We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.
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madness
solitude
humanity
illusions
delusions
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Ralph... would treat the day's decisions as though he were playing chess. The only trouble was that he would never be a very good chess player.
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William Golding |
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The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.
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William Golding |
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I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.
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sense-of-place
universality
insignificance
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If I blow the conch and they don't come back; then we've had it. We shan't keep the fire going. We'll be like animals. We'll never be rescued." "If you don't blow, we'll soon be animals anyway."
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William Golding |
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He wanted to explain how people were never quite what you thought they were.
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William Golding |
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Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn't you?' said the head. For a moment or two the forest and all the other dimly appreciated places echoed with the parody of laughter. 'You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it's no go? Why things are what they are?
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William Golding |
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The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
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William Golding |
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Worse than madness. Sanity.
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sanity
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This is our island. It's a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we'll have fun.
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William Golding |
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Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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