This is our island. It's a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we'll have fun.
Once more, amid the breeze, the shouting, the slanting sunlight on the high mountain, was shed that glamour, that strange invisible light of friendship, adventure and content.
Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.
Che idea, pensare che la Bestia fosse qualcosa che si potesse cacciare e uccidere! [...] Lo sapevi, no?… Che io sono una parte di te? Vieni vicino, vicino, vicino! che io sono la ragione per cui non c...
Iti spun un lucru. Ce este mai apropiat decat fratele de frate, mama de copil?Ce este mai apropiat decat mana de gura, gandul de minte? E viziunea, Roger. Nu ma astept ca tu sa intelegi asta...-Dar pr...
The conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away. Once there was this and that; and now-and the ship had gone.
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.
If you don't change your hairstyle because it's mostly fallen out and you don't shave, you've no cause to go chasing yourself in a mirror.
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.
He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.
They agreed passionately out of the depths of their tormented lives.
The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers but won't tell.
Suddenly, pacing by the water, he was overcome with astonishment. He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable amount of one'...
If faces were different when lit from above or below -- what was a face? What was anything?
I 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.
His voice rose under the black smoke before the burning wreckage of the island; and infected by that emotion, the other little boys began to shake and sob too. And in the middle of them, with filthy b...
And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend call...
Could a face have been fashioned to fit the attitude of his consciousness where it lay suspended between life and death that face would have worn a snarl.
The pile of guts was a black blob of flies that buzzed like a saw. After a while these flies found Simon. Gorged, they alighted by his runnels of sweat and drank. They tickled under his nostrils and p...