The air was heavy with unspoken knowledge. Sam twisted and the obscene word shot out of him. "--dance?"
Memory of the dance that none of them had attended shook all four boys convulsively.
Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.
William GoldingThe trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
William GoldingThis is our island. It's a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we'll have fun.
William GoldingI know there isn't no beast—not with claws and all that, I mean—but I know there isn't no fear, either."
Piggy paused.
"Unless—"
Ralph moved restlessly.
"Unless what?"
"Unless we get frightened of people.
The mask was a thing on it's own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
William GoldingIf 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.
Maybe," he said hesitantly, "maybe there is a beast." [...] "What I mean is, maybe it's only us.
William GoldingThe rules!" shouted Ralph, "you're breaking the rules!"
"Who cares?
The writer probably knows what he meant when he wrote a book, but he should immediately forget what he meant when he's written it.
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