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
horse fire galloping
Couldn't a fire outrun a galloping horse?
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.
two feelings communicate
They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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...
tall-trees get-back
You'll get back to where you came from.
hate literature baffled
They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.
character mean views
Among the virtues and vices that make up the British character, we have one vice, at least, that Americans ought to view with sympathy. For they appear to be the only people who share it with us. I mean our worship of the antique. I do not refer to beauty or even historical association. I refer to age, to a quantity of years.
news beast horrible
The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.
childhood disease sickness
Childhood is a disease - a sickness that you grow out of.
cutting pigs piggy
Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
strong children school
Roger stooped, picked up a stone, aimed and threw it at Henry-threw it to miss. The stone, that token of preposterous time, bounced five yards to Henry's right and fell in the water. Roger gathered a handful of stones and began to throw them. Yet there was a space round Henry, perhaps six yards in diameter, into which he dare not throw. Here, invisible yet strong, was the taboo of the old life. Round the squatting child was the protection of parents and school and policemen and the law. Roger was conditioned by a civilization that knew nothing of him and was in ruins.
eye blood sweat
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 played leapfrog on his thighs. They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on his stick and grinned. At last Simon gave up and looked back; saw the white teeth and dim eyes, the blood—and his gaze was held by that ancient, inescapable recognition.
patience sea sailing
He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
frowning mazes lost
He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.