Language Fits Over Experience Like A Straight-jacket.

The Navy's A Very Gentlemanly Business. You Fire At The Horizon To Sink A Ship And Then You Pull People Out Of The Water And Say, 'frightfully Sorry, Old Chap.'

Marx, Darwin And Freud Are The Three Most Crashing Bores Of The Western World. Simplistic Popularization Of Their Ideas Has Thrust Our World Into A Mental Straitjacket From Which We Can Only Escape By The Most Anarchic Violence.

No Human Endeavour Can Ever Be Wholly Good... It Must Always Have A Cost.

The Water Rose Further And Dressed Simon's Coarse Hair With Brightness. The Line Of His Cheek Silvered And The Turn Of His Shoulder Became Sculptured Marble.

Maybe, He Said Hesitantly, Maybe There Is A Beast. The Assembly Cried Out Savagely And Ralph Stood Up In Amazement. You, Simon? You Believe In This? I Don't Know, Said Simon. His Heartbeats Were Choking Him. [...] Ralph Shouted. Hear Him! He's Got The Conch! What I Mean Is . . . Maybe It's Only Us. Nuts! That Was From Piggy, Shocked Out Of Decorum.