William Golding

Carmen Vergara

Urdida en torno a la situación límite de una treintena de muchachos en una isla desierta, El Señor de las Moscas es una magnífica novela que admite lecturas diferentes e incluso opuestas. En efecto, si algunos pueden ver en esta indagación de William Golding en la condición humana la ilustración de que la agresividad criminal se halla entre los instintos básicos del hombre, otros podrán considerarla como una parábola que cuestiona un tipo de educación represiva que no hace sino incubar explosiones de barbarie prestas a estallar en cuanto los controles se relajan.

El señor de las moscas

madeleine

great, shuddering spasms of grief that seemed to wrench his whole body. His voice rose under the black smoke before the burning wreckage of the island; and infected by that emotion, the other little boys began to shake and sob too. And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped ose, 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

avarni

They knew very well why he hadn't: because of the enormnity of the knife descending and cutting into living flesh; because of the unbearable blood.

"We'll have rules!" he cried excitedly "Lots of rules!"

There was a sudden bright explosion and corkscrew trail across the sky; then darkness again and stars. There was a speck above the island, a figure dropping swiftly beneath a parachute, a figure that hung with dangling limbs

tianna

The pile of guts was a black blob of flies that buzzed like a saw. After a while these flies found Simon. Gorged, they alighted by his runnels of sweat and drank. They tickled under his nostrils and played leapfrog on his thighs. They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on his stick and grinned. 

Hannah DCamp

"Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill!"

༺ kat ༻

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

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