The Thing Is - Fear

I Hope My Books Make Statements About Our General Condition.

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.

Ralph... Would Treat The Day's Decisions As Though He Were Playing Chess. The Only Trouble Was That He Would Never Be A Very Good Chess Player.

I Began To See What People Were Capable Of Doing. 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.

We're Not Savages. We're English.