The water rose further and dressed Simon's coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble.
Interpretation
This quote uses vivid imagery to describe the beauty and transformation of Simon as water interacts with him.
In this quote from William Golding, the author illustrates the enchanting effect of nature on the character Simon. The rising water enhances his physical appearance, transforming him into a figure of ethereal beauty, suggesting a deeper connection between humanity and the natural world. This scene evokes themes of purity and transcendence, showing how nature can elevate individuals beyond their earthly existences.
In practice
This quote can be used in a nature poetry reading to emphasize the beauty of the natural world.
Consider a man riding a bicycle. Whoever he is, we can say three things about him. We know he got on the bicycle and started to move. We know that at some point he will stop and get off. Most important of all, we know that if at any point between the beginning and the end of his journey he stops moving and does not get off the bicycle he will fall off it. That is a metaphor for the journey through life of any living thing, and I think of any society of living things.
The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won't tell.
Maybe, he said hesitantly, maybe there is a beast. The assembly cried out savagely and Ralph stood up in amazement. You, Simon? You believe in this? I don't know, said Simon. His heartbeats were choking him. [...] Ralph shouted. Hear him! He's got the conch! What I mean is . . . maybe it's only us. Nuts! That was from Piggy, shocked out of decorum.
The mask was a thing on it's own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
Man produces evil as a bee produces honey.
Utopias are presented for our inspection as a critique of the human state.
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening - no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.
The earth is like a spaceship that didn't come with an operating manual.
Time in nature is not leisure time; it's an essential investment in our chidlren's health (and also, by the way, in our own).
Winter Song The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide, And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed, Fell back, and down the snow-drifts flamed and flowed. From off your face, into the winds of winter, The sun-brown and the summer-gold are blowing; But they shall gleam with spiritual glinter, When paler beauty on your brows falls snowing, And through those snows my looks shall be soft-going.
Does anything eat flowers. I couldn't recall having seen anything eat a flower - are they nature's privileged pets?
The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister is the suggestion of an occult relation.
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