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An orotundity, which I define as Nobelitis a pomposity in which one is treated as representative of more than oneself by someone conscious of representing more than himself.

William Golding

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
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
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
the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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Cease Conch Exist Exlod Fragment Thousand
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
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
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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Astonish Ease Prison Settle Uniform
Heaven lies around us in our infancy.
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Around Heaven Infancy Lie Our
We’re not savages. We’re English.
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English Language Savage
If I blow the conch and they don’t come back; then we’ve had it. We shan’t keep the fire going. We’ll be like animals. We’ll never be rescued.” “If you don’t blow, we’ll soon be animals anyway.
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Blow Come Back Conch
We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
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Adult Everything Went Wrong
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 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
He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life,where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet.
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Considerate Every Found Himself Improvioson Life One Part Walk Wearisomeness
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
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

An orotundity, which I define as Nobelitis a pomposity in which one is treated as representative of more than oneself by someone conscious of representing more than himself.

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An orotundity, which I define as Nobelitis a pomposity in which one is treated as representative of more than oneself by someone conscious of representing more than himself.

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