Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?

One tries to tell a truth, and one hopes that the truth has a general application rather than just a specific one.

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.

Together, joined in effort by the burden, they staggered up the last steep of the mountain. Together, they chanted One! Two! Three! and crashed the log on to the great pile. Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure.

As far as the novel is concerned in my own country, I think it's in a pretty healthy state.

Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.

What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?