by Golding, William
Published by Pocket Books (1967)
Paperback measures 7x4 inches Weighs 5 ounces
Illustrated cover is rich and clear. Clean tight solid copy.
Former owner name neatly written top first leaf.
Some scuffing at edges and a bit of flaking paper on spine, no bits missing.
I HAVE WALKED BY STALLS in the market-place where
books, dog-eared and faded from their purple, have burst
with a white hosanna. I have seen people crowned with
a double crown, holding in either hand the crook and flail,
the power and the glory. I have understood how the scar
becomes a star, I have felt the flake of fire fall, miracu
lous and pentecostal. My yesterdays walk with me. They
keep step, they are grey faces that peer over my shoulder.
I live on Paradise Hill, ten minutes from the station,
thirty seconds from the shops and the local. Yet I am a
burning amateur, torn by the irrational and incoherent,
violently searching and self-condemned.
When did I lose my freedom? For once, I was free. I
had power to choose. The mechanics of cause and effect
is statistical probability yet surely sometimes we operate
below or beyond that threshold. Free-will cannot be de
bated but only experienced, like a colour or the taste of
potatoes. I remember one such experience. I was very
small and I was sitting on the stone surround of the pool
and fountain in the centre of the park. There was bright
sunlight, banks of red and blue flowers, green lawn. There
was no guilt but only the plash and splatter of the foun
tain at the centre. I had bathed and drunk and now I was
sitting on the warm stone edge placidly considering what