We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other. - William Golding

It seems to me that we do live in two worlds. There is is this physical one, which is coherent, and there is a spiritual one, which to the average man, with his flashes of religious experience, if you like to call them that — that world is very often incoherent. This experience of having two worlds to live in all the time, or… not all the time, occasionally, is a vital one and is what living is like.

..And then — that personal, that wholly isolated direction at the back of your head, that black place from which you looked out on things so that all of those people, even Toni, out there — how could the creature called Sophy who sat there at the mouth of the tunnel behind her belong to anyone but herself? It was all silly. <..> You could choose to belong to people the way the Goodchilds and Bells and Mrs Hugeson did by being good, by doing what they said was right. Or you could choose what was real and what you knew was real — your own self sitting inside with its own wishes and rules at the mouth of the tunnel.

Jack stood up as he said this, the bloodied knife in his hand. The two boys faced each other. There was the brilliant world of hunting, tactics, fierce exhilaration, skill; and there was the world of longing and baffled common-sense.