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I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.

William Golding

The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Ait Bud Candle Flower Island Open Possession Scent Spilled Wide
Honestly, I haven’t the time to read contemporary writers. I know this is awful, but in the main it is true.
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Awful Contemporary Honestly Main Raed Time True Write
He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery.
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Absorb Become Beyond Control Describe Excercise Felt Happiness Himself Living Thing
I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Art Communicate Think Useless
The greatest pleasure is not – say – sex or geometry. It is just understanding. And if you can get people to understand their own humanity – well, that’s the job of the writer.
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Geometry Get Greatest Humanity Own People Pleasure Say Sex Understanding
At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
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Eyes Moment Nothing See Vision
People don’t help much.
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Help Much People
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
Only one novel is a novel: that is a successful novel.
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Novel One Only Successful
I hope my books make statements about our general condition.
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Book Condition General Hope Make Statement
Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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Beast Maybe Only Us
You have the older generation like Iris Murdoch and Angus Wilson who are not as old as Graham Greene, but still are coming on. I dare say anyone who knew the scene better than I know it could fill it in with a very satisfactory supply of novels.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Come Country Generation Holder Like One People Still
He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
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Nile Ride Sall Sea Wovenm Patience
I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Cover Development Eject Foetus Freak Made Man Natural Rob Tell Will World
What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
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Animal Human Savage
In India the odd thing is that English is this almost artificial language floating on the surface of a place with about fifty other languages. The same is true of Nigeria but even more so.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Almost Artificial Country English Fifty Float Language Odd Other Place Surface Thing

I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.

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I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.

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