William Golding
William Golding
Sir William Gerald Golding CBEwas a British novelist, playwright, and poet. Best known for his novel Lord of the Flies, he won a Nobel Prize in Literature, and was also awarded the Booker Prize for literature in 1980 for his novel Rites of Passage, the first book in what became his sea trilogy, To the Ends of the Earth...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth19 September 1911
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stars movement
A star appeared...and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
teeth movement lord
There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
conscious treated oneself
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.
particular
I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.
hunting law like-you
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?
hair water rose
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...
pride savages lord
We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages. We're English, and the English are best at everything.
effort essentials illness
Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind's essential illness.
savages
We're not savages. We're English.
kind humans persons
What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
skulls answers knows
The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers but won't tell.
wise thinking trouble
The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
who-cares care
The rules!" shouted Ralph, "you're breaking the rules!" "Who cares?
exercise mastery tides
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.