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How can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?
William Golding
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William Golding
Age: 81 †
Born: 1911
Born: September 19
Died: 1993
Died: June 19
Novelist
Poet
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
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Newquay
Cornwall
William Gerald Albert Golding
Sir William Gerald Golding
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