Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.
William GoldingKill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
William GoldingThe beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.
William GoldingWe did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
William GoldingHis mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.
William GoldingMaybe, 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 world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
William GoldingWe're not savages. We're English.
William GoldingThe skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers but won't tell.
William GoldingThey walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
William GoldingTag: lord-of-the-flies
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