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  1. Lord of the Flies By William Golding

  2. William Golding Biography • Born Sept. 19, 1911 in England • Attended University of Oxford • He was a teacher and served in the navy before he began writing novels. • His most famous book is The Lord of the Flies(1954) • Also wrote The inheritors (1955), Free Fall (1959), The Spire (1964) along with a dozen other titles. • He won the Nobel Prize in 1983 • Died June 19, 1993

  3. The Lord of the Flies • During an unnamed time of war, a plane carrying a group of British schoolboys is shot down over the Pacific. The pilot of the plane is killed, but many of the boys survive the crash and find themselves deserted on an uninhabited island, where they are alone without adult supervision. • The boys soon settle into a daily pattern on the island. The youngest of the boys, known generally as the "littluns," spend most of the day searching for fruit to eat. When the boys play, they still obey some sense of decency toward one another, despite the lack of parental authority. • Eventually barbaric and instinctual behaviors take over and mass chaos ensues.

  4. Song of the Flowers at the Land’s End By William Golding How often have we in our pain Swayed to the “Why?” but moments give Faint answer that it must remain Most sweet and terrible to live. Darkness hovers on the sea, The sun is set, the earth lies cold, And we are wild with mystery, So young we be, and ho! So old. Darkness sits beneath the sea, The sun is worn, the earth is cold, And we are wild with mystery, So young we be, and oh! So old. An echo haunts the busy hours Of all but recollected song Sung soft among the ancient flowers So long agone, so long, so long.