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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.

William Golding

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
WILLIAM GOLDING

Anything Believe Guess Hell Merely Neither Only World
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.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Absorb Become Beyond Control Describe Excercise Felt Happiness Himself Living Thing
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.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Author Country English Face Hat High Make Mention Pe People Person Sound Terrible Very Write
I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
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Always Been Foolish Pretend Superior Think
Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness.
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Become Effort Essential Express Illness Inarticulate Mankind People
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?
WILLIAM GOLDING

Better Country Like Pach Paint People Sensible
I’ve come across a novel called The Palm-Wine Drinkard, by the Nigerian writer Amos Tutuola, that is really remarkable because it is a kind of fantasy of West African mythology all told in West African English which, of course, is not the same as standard English.
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Call Come Cross Dimkard Kind Novel Palm Person Really Remarkable Wine Writer
The mask was a thing on it’s own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
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Behind Consciousness Country Liberated Mask Own People Person Self Shame Think
The writer probably knows what he meant when he wrote a book, but he should immediately forget what he meant when he’s written it.
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Book Forget Immediately Know Meant Probably Writer Written Wrote
Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
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Attractive Beem Cloured Even Mother Mouse Percival Very
A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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Appear Eclipse Momentarily Movement Some Star
We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.
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All Do Go Grown Up Just On
Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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Beast Maybe Only Us
While I am on, I can discipline myself to that extent. When I am off, I can’t discipline myself at all. On the other hand, when I am off, there are so many things I like doing, it doesn’t really matter.
WILLIAM GOLDING

All Discipline Extent Myself Off While
However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
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Always Biography Disguise Novel
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

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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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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