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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 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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Brightness Celebrity Dress Further Hair People Person Rose Water
One’s intelligence may march about and about a problem, but the solution does not come gradually into view. One moment it is not. The next it is there.
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Come Gradually Intelligent March May One Problem Solution View
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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I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
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People Person Philosopher Storyteller Theologian
Life’s scientific, but we don’t know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
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Certainty Know Life Mean Scientific
Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness.
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Become Effort Essential Express Illness Inarticulate Mankind People
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
We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
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Adult Everything Went Wrong
Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
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Baby Cry Right Save Something Useless
I am astonished at the ease with which uninformed persons come to a settled, a passionate opinion when they have no grounds for judgment.
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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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Away Lawful Slip Understable World
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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The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell.
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Answer Country Know Like People Regard Skull Tell
The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.
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Beast Harmless Horrible Must News Other Possible Reach Soon
Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
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Imperitable Language Laughter Nothing Understand
There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.
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Fool Like Old Say
Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.
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Air Call Darkness End Fall Friend Innocence People Through True Went Wise
If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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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
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.
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There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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Claw Movement No Teeth Tera Word
We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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Disharmony Each Injury Nature Other Together
I do like people to read the books twice, because I write my novels about ideas which concern me deeply and I think are important, and therefore I want people to take them seriously. And to read it twice of course is taking it seriously.
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Book Concern Deeply Idea Important Like Novel People Raed Therefore Think Twice
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.
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Crow Grade Hand Prejudice Same Shout Thing Thinker Warning
Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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Art Communication Discover Partly Rest
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
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.
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All Discipline Extent Myself Off While

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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