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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

What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
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Animal Human Savage
The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
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Chief Think Trouble Wise
I began to write when I was seven, and I have been writing off and on ever since. It is still off and on. You can say that when I am on, when I know I have a book which I am going to write, then I write two thousand words a day. That’s so many pages longhand.
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Been Began Ever Off Say Seven Since Still When Write You
Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
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Get Lump Now Philosophy Religion Water Wind
It wasn’t until I was 37 that I grasped the great truth that you’ve got to write your own books and nobody else’s, and then everything followed from there.
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Book Else Everything Follow Grasp Great Nobody Own Seven Thirty Truth Until
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
Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars.
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Away Cease Cloud Drift Incredible Lamp Mighnight More Once Scatter Sky Star Towards
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
Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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Children Disease Grow Out Sickness
I don’t think they [contemporary writers] read me either. I mean, if we’re concerned genuinely with writing, I think we probably get on with our work.
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Concern Contemporary Either Genuinely Mean Read Think Write
If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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Above Anything Below Face Facem Different When
We’re not savages. We’re English.
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English Language Savage
Even if you got rid of paper, you would still have story-tellers. In fact, you had the story-tellers before you had the paper.
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Before Even Fact Got Paper Still Story Teller Would
Heaven lies around us in our infancy.
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Around Heaven Infancy Lie Our
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
I’m scared of him,” said Piggy, “and that’s why I know him. If you’re scared of someone you hate him but you can’t stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he’s all right really, an’ then when you see him again; it’s like asthma an’ you can’t breathe.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Hate Known Piggy Scare Someone Think

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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