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

William Golding

A crowd of grade-three thinkers, all shouting the same thing, all warming their hands at the fire of their own prejudices, will not thank you for pointing out the contradictions in their beliefs. Man is a gregarious animal, and enjoys agreement as cows will graze all the same way on the side of a hill.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Crow Grade Hand Prejudice Same Shout Thing Thinker Warning
Of the authors writing in English, I’d mention Shakespeare and Milton. But all this is terribly high-hat and makes me sound very po-faced, I’m afraid; however, I just happen to like these enormous, swinging, great creatures.
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Author Country English Face Hat High Make Mention Pe People Person Sound Terrible Very Write
Worse than madness. Sanity.
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Madness Sanity Worse
The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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Away Lawful Slip Understable World
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
What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.
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Believe Define Done Man Other
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.
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Almost Artificial Country English Fifty Float Language Odd Other Place Surface Thing
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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Beast Claw Fear Know Mean No Pause Piggy
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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Blow Come Back Conch
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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Again Express Follow Himself Lack Lost Maze Render Thought Vague Word
Beethoven for listening; Liszt, Chopin, and Beethoven for playing as well as Bach and Prokofiev and so on. If I kept going, this list would spiral. It’s as wide as literature; in fact, it is probably wider.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Beethoven Country Listen People Person Play Well
Marx, Darwin and Freud are the three most crashing bores of the Western World. Simplistic popularization of their ideas has thrust our world into a mental straitjacket from which we can only escape by the most anarchic violence.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Bore Country Crash Most People Person Western World
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
This is our island. It’s a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we’ll have fun.
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Fetch Fun Good Grownup Island Until
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
My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
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Face Gray Keep Over Peer Shoulder Step Walk Yesterday

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

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