The most difficult thing to adjust to, apparently, is peace and contentment.

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 part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet.

My son - and what&#39;s a song? A thing begot within a pair of minutes, thereabout, a lump bred up in darkness.

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. So we’ve got to do the right things.

Written By William Golding

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