They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
WILLIAM GOLDINGI’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.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.
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The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
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One tries to tell a truth, and one hopes that the truth has a general application rather than just a specific one.
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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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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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The Navy’s a very gentlemanly business. You fire at the horizon to sink a ship and then you pull people out of the water and say, ‘Frightfully sorry, old chap.’
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Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
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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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I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth.
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Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
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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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Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
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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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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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