I’m going up the mountain.” The words came from Jack viciously, as though they were a curse.
You never loved me, nobody never loved me. I wanted to be loved, I wanted somebody to be kind to me – I wanted-” She wanted tenderness. So did I; but not from her. She was no part of high fantasy and worship and hopeless jealousy. She was the accessible thing.
Roger’s arm was conditioned by a civilization that knew nothing of him and was in ruins.
Before the Second World War I believed in the perfectibility of social man; that a correct structure of society would produce goodwill; and that therefore you could remove all social ills by a reorganisation of society... but after the war I did not because I was unable to. I had discovered what one man could do to another... I must say that anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey must have been blind or wrong in the head.
Now to be precise. I had seen the whole building as an image of living, praying man. But inside it was a richly written book to instruct that man.
Something to forgive is a purer joy than geometry.
Let me think in pictures again. If I imagine heaven metaphorically dazzled into colours, the pure white light spread out in a cascade richer than a peacock’s tail then I see that one of the colours lay over me. I was innocent of guilt, unconscious of innocence; happy, therefore, and unconscious of happiness. Perhaps the full sheaf of colours is never to be experienced by the human being since if they experience these colours they must lie in the past or on someone else.
Before something happens in the realm of calmness, we do not feel the calmness; only when something happens within it do we find the calmness.
Listen all of you. Me and my hunters, we’re living along the beach by a flat rock. We hunt and feast and have fun. If you want to join my tribe come and see us. Perhaps I’ll let you join. Perhaps not.
Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure, so that immediately Ralph had to stand on his head.
You haven’t got it with you,’ said Jack, sneering. ‘You left it behind. See, clever? And the conch doesn’t count at this end of the island –.
If you could shut your ears to the slow suck down of the sea and boil of the return, if you could forget how dun and unvisited were the ferny coverts on either side, then there was a chance that you might put the beast out of mind and dream for a while.
This toy of voting was almost as pleasing as the conch.
Ralph era uno specialista del pensiero, ora, e poteva riconoscere il pensiero in un altro.
That was the voice of one who knew his own mind.
Eyes shining, mouths open, triumph, they savored the right of domination.
The shameful knowledge grew in them and they did not know how to begin confession.
The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise. And then the occasion slipped by so that you had to grab at a decision. This made you think; because thought was a valuable thing, that got results...
They would reach the castle some time; and the chief would have to go forward.
He forgot his wounds, his hunger and thirst, and became fear; hopeless fear on flying feet, rushing through the forest toward the open beach.