Lord of the Flies by William Golding
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Chapter one. The sound of the shell. The boy with fair hair, lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon, though he had taken off his school sweater and trailed now from one hand, his gray shirt stuck to him, and his hair was plastered to his forehead all around him. The long scar smash into the jungle was a bath of heat. He was clambering heavy among the creepers and broken trunks, when a bird a vision of red and yellow flash upwards, both of which like cry, and this crowd is echoed by another. Hi! It said. Wait a minute! The undergo to the side of the scar was shaken in a multiple raindrops fell pattering. Wait a minute! The Voice said. I got caught up. The fair boy stopped in George stockings with an automatic gesture that made the jungle scene. For a moment, like the Home Counties. The Voice spoke again. I can't hardly move with all these creeper things. The owner of the Voice came backing out of the undergrowth so the twig scratched on a grassy windbreaker. The naked crooks of his knees were plump, caught and scratched by thorns. He bent down, remove the thorns carefully and turned around. He was sort of in the fair boy and very fat. He came forward, searching out safe lodge mints for his feet, and then looked up through the thick spectacles. Where is the man with the megaphone? The fireball shook his head.