Are We Savages Or What?

We Did Everything Adults Would Do. What Went Wrong?

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.

Kill The Pig! Cut His Throat! Kill The Pig! Bash Him In!

Then You Have People Coming Up Like Malcolm Bradbury, A Relatively Young Writer Who Deals With The Academic Scene And Deals With It, I Think, Brilliantly.

Don't Get Me Wrong. I Have Nothing Against This As A Method, But It Is Not What English Writers Do.