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The mask was a thing on it’s own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.

William Golding

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
The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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Away Lawful Slip Understable World
Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
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Come Dustbin Fly High Sleep Stuff Unsort Upet Wind
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
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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Burden Chant Effort Join Last Mountain Sleep Staggered Together Two
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
We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
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Adult Everything Went Wrong
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
Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?
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Beast Close Fancy Kill Knew Part Something Think
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
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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Among Dry Kinship Life Measure Men Sat Worth
Every novel is a biography. Well, then, this is a novel [The Paper Men] which is a biography that is pretending to be an autobiography. That’s what you could say about it.
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Appear Biography Emn Every Novel Pretend Well
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’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.
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Hate Known Piggy Scare Someone Think
There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.
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Fool Like Old Say

The mask was a thing on it’s own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.

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