Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didnโt you? Iโm part of you? Close, close, close! Iโm the reason why itโs no go? Why things are what they are?
William GoldingOf the authors writing in English, I'd mention Shakespeare and Milton. But all this is terribly high-hat and makes me sound very po-faced, I'm afraid; however, I just happen to like these enormous, swinging, great creatures.
William GoldingMalcolm Bradbury made the point, and I don't know whether it's a valid one or not, that the real English at the moment is not the English spoken in England or in America or even in Canada or Australia or New Zealand. The real English is the English which is a second language, so that it's rather like Latin in the days of the Roman Empire when people had their own languages, but had Latin in order to communicate.
William Golding