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Together, joined in effort by the burden, they staggered up the last steep of the mountain. Together, they chanted One! Two! Three! and crashed the log on to the great pile. Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure.

William Golding

They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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Along Communicate Continent Experience Feel Unable Walk
How can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?
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Act Expect First Proper Rescue Thing
Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
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Course Experience Feast Life Series Serve
The water rose further and dressed Simon’s coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble.
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Brightness Celebrity Dress Further Hair People Person Rose Water
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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Beast Close Fancy Kill Knew Part Something Think
I began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.
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Anyone Began Ca[Able Do Evil Man Move People Produce Understanding Without
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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Air Call Darkness End Fall Friend Innocence People Through True Went Wise
Which is better — to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is? Which is better — to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill? Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
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Better Country Like Pach Paint People Sensible
Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
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Come Dustbin Fly High Sleep Stuff Unsort Upet Wind
We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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Disharmony Each Injury Nature Other Together
Together, joined in effort by the burden, they staggered up the last steep of the mountain. Together, they chanted One! Two! Three! and crashed the log on to the great pile. Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure.
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Burden Chant Effort Join Last Mountain Sleep Staggered Together Two
To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be
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Anything Believe Guess Hell Merely Neither Only World
As soon as Oliver Twist is serialized, people who would never dream of reading [Charles] Dickens, if they hadn’t seen him on their box, buy the paperback.
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Box Country Dream never People Person Raed Seen Serialized Soon
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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Confusion Delusion Illusion Mad Partition Peenetrablity Race Whole Dammed Wrap
Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness.
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Become Effort Essential Express Illness Inarticulate Mankind People
There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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Claw Movement No Teeth Tera Word

Together, joined in effort by the burden, they staggered up the last steep of the mountain. Together, they chanted One! Two! Three! and crashed the log on to the great pile. Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure.

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Together, joined in effort by the burden, they staggered up the last steep of the mountain. Together, they chanted One! Two! Three! and crashed the log on to the great pile. Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure.

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