WILLIAM GOLDING

Lord of the Flies - fragments
 

Simon looked up, feeling the weight of his wet hair, and gazed at the sky. Up there, for once, were clouds, great bulging towers that sprouted away over the island, grey and cream and copper-colored. The clouds were sitting on the land; they squeezed, produced moment by moment this close, tormenting heat. Even the butterflies deserted the open space where the obscene thing grinned and dripped. Simon lowered his head, carefully keeping his eyes shut, then sheltered them with his hand. There were no shadows under the trees but everywhere a pearly stillness, so that what was real seemed illusive and without definition. The pile of guts was a black blob of flies that buzzed like a saw. After a while these flies found Simon. Gorged, they alighted by his runnels of sweat and drank. They tickled under his nostrils and played leapfrog on his thighs.

Lavinia Mota

William Golding
 

Simon a privit lung inspre cer, simtindu-si greutatea parului. Acolo sus, numai de aceasta data, erau nori, turnuri pline nemaipomenite ce se imprastiau deasupra insulei, colorati in gri, crem si aramiu. Norii stateau pe pamant; se inghesuiau, erau, clipa dupa clipa, sursa aceastei calduri tainice si chinuitoare. Chiar si fluturii au parasit spatiul deschis unde lucrul obscen ranjea si se scurgea picatura cu picatura. Simon si-a plecat capul, avand grija sa-si tina ochii inchisi, apoi i-a protejat cu mana. Nu era niciun fel de umbra sub copaci, peste tot dainuia o liniste ca de margaritar., astfel incat ceea ce era real parea iluzoriu si indefinit. Gramada de intestine a fost un roi negru de muste ce zumzaiau precum un ferestrau. Dupa o vreme, aceste muste l-au gasit pe Simon. Giftuite, s-au aliniat de-a lungul canalelor de sudoare si au baut. L-au gadilat sub nari si s-au jucat de-a capra pe coapsele lui.