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“I stood, in shame and confusion, seeing for the first time despite my anger a different picture of Evie in her life-long struggle to be clean and sweet. It was as if this object of frustration and desire had suddenly acquired the attributes of a person rather than a thing...”

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Book:The Pyramid
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The Pyramid

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William Golding
William Golding

William Golding was an English novelist, best known for his novel 'Lord of the Flies'. His works often explore themes of human nature, morality, and civilization. more

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