Worse than madness. Sanity.
WILLIAM GOLDINGI 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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But forgiveness must not only be given but received also.
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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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And I’ve been wearing specs since I was three.
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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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There’s a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
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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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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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Which is better–to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
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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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We’re not savages. We’re English.
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He doesn’t mind if he dies… indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.
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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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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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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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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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