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.
This is the second time I’ve read Lord of the Flies and the only work I’ve read by William Golding. The book is an allegory regarding the nature of humanity and tells the tale of a group of school boys, stranded on an uninhabited South Seas island.
I should have thought that a pack of British boys...you're all British aren't you?...would have been able to put up a better show than that ...I mean...
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. ~ Ralph
Soon, in a matter of centuries, the sea would make an island of the castle. I just love the truth and irony of the wording.