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.

WILLIAM GOLDING

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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.

William Golding

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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.

WILLIAM GOLDING

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.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Crowd Min Struggling Them
It may be — I hope it is — redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.

WILLIAM GOLDING

It may be — I hope it is — redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Majesty May Perhaps Redemption See Vastness
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.

WILLIAM GOLDING

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 Got Still Teller Would
We’re not savages. We’re English.

WILLIAM GOLDING

We’re not savages. We’re English.
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English Language Savage
We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.

WILLIAM GOLDING

We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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Disharmony Each Other Together
He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.

WILLIAM GOLDING

He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
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Nile Sall Wovenm Patience
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.

WILLIAM GOLDING

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.
WILLIAM GOLDING

All Extent Off While
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.

WILLIAM GOLDING

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 Improvioson One Part Wearisomeness
The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.

WILLIAM GOLDING

The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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Lawful Slip Understable
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.

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 Further Hair
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.

WILLIAM GOLDING

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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Else Everything Grasp Nobody Own Seven Thirty Until
Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.

WILLIAM GOLDING

Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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Out Sickness
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?

WILLIAM GOLDING

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?
WILLIAM GOLDING

Fancy Knew Part Something Think
I hope my books make statements about our general condition.

WILLIAM GOLDING

I hope my books make statements about our general condition.
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General Make Statement
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

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 Merely Neither Only
If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?

WILLIAM GOLDING

If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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Above Anything Below Facem Different When

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