You're a beast and a swine and a bloody, bloody thief!
William GoldingBut for all the feet that had trodden it, it remained ordinary dust, which seemed to make everything much sadder.
William GoldingLife's scientific, but we don't know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
William GoldingTag: life
Which is better -- to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is?
Which is better -- to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill?
Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
My darkness reaches out and fumbles at a typewriter with its tongs. Your darkness reaches out with your tongs and grasps a book. There are twenty modes of change, filter and translation between us. What an extravagant coincidence it would be if the exact quality, the translucent sweetness of her cheek, the very living curve of bone between the eyebrow and hair should survive the passage! How can you share the quality of my terror in the blacked-out cell when I can only remember it and not re-create it for myself? No. Not with you. Or only with you, in part. For you were not there.
William GoldingYet I was wound up. I tick. I exist. I am poised eighteen inches over the black rivets you are reading, I am in your place, I am shut in a bone box and trying to fasten myself on the white paper. The rivets join us together and yet for all the passion we share nothing but our sense of division.
William GoldingI got this to say. you are acting like a crowd of kids.
William GoldingYou don't even care enough about us to hate us, do you?
William GoldingTag: hate hatred caring care sophy
The way towards simplicity is through outrage.
William GoldingTag: simplicity outrage sophy
History is the nothing people write about a nothing.
William GoldingTag: history people meaning importance nothing nothingness meaninglessness unimportance
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