William Golding

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 called Piggy.

perhaps by accident, perhaps as a result

lent me as much as he could of a seaman's philosophy-as: Lord sir she'll float till she sinks, and Lord sir she was built to be sunk

it was a directed stillness of the orbs and eyelids as if while the outer woman was employing the common wiles and archnesses of her sex, beyond them was a different and watchful person! Was it Deverel's remark about entertainment that had made the difference? What was-what is-she thinking? Does she meditate an affaire, as I am sure she would call it, pour passer le temps?

We’re English, and the English are best at everything. So we’ve got to do the right things.

What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages? What’s grownups going to think? Going off—hunting pigs—letting fires out—and now!”