Occasionally a red taxi or Mercedes-Benz would squeeze by along the iron fence and burst free, the driver holding down the horn button so furiously that he might detonate the air bag.

...I had spent my time counterfeiting eternity...

Tanrılar zar atar ve bunu yaparken bize, oynamak isteyip istemediğimizi sormazlar. (s.71)

In our country for all her greatness there is one thing she cannot do and that is translate a person wholly out of one class into another. Perfect translation from one language into another is impossible. Class is the British language.

Written By William Golding

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