Lord of the Flies Ralph ‘You could see now that he might make a boxer…but there was a mildness about his mouth and eyes that proclaimed no devil.’ ‘new understanding that Piggy had given him.’ ‘They’ll see our smoke.’ ‘That was Simon…That was murder’ ‘If only they could send us something grown‐up…a sign or something.’ ‘The rules!...You’re breaking the rules!’ ‘Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of a true, wise friend called Piggy.’ ‘Inside the floating cloak he was tall, thin and bony: and his hair was red beneath the black cap. His face was crumpled and freckled, and ugly without silliness.’ ‘…he hadn’t; because of the enormity of the knife descending and cutting into living flesh; because of the unbearable blood.’ ‘He tried to convey the compulsion to track down and kill that was swallowing him up.’ ‘This was the voice of one who knew his own mind.’ ‘Do our dance! Come on! Dance!’ ‘the mask…behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self‐consciousness’ ‘I’m going off by myself. He can catch his own pigs. Anyone who wants to hunt when I do can come too.’ ‘He was a chief now in truth; and he made stabbing motions with his spear. From his left hand dangled Piggy’s broken glasses.’ ‘Jack had him by the hair and was brandishing his knife.’ ‘Jack rose from the log that was his throne and sauntered to the edge of the grass.’ ‘He was shorter than the fair boy and very fat.’ ‘We’ll have to have “hands up” like at school.’ ‘Piggy was an outsider, not only by accent, which did not matter, but by fat, ass‐mar, and specs, and a certain disinclination for manual labour.’ ‘them that haven’t no common sense’ ‘We could find out how to make a small hot fire and then put green branches on to make smoke.’ ‘Mind out! Give ‘em back! I can hardly see!’

Jack

Piggy

Jack: ‘You’re talking too much…shut up Fatty.’ ‘Which is better ‐ to have rules and to agree, or to hunt and kill?’ Simon ‘a skinny, vivid little boy, with a glance coming up from under a hut of straight hair that hung down, black and coarse.’ ‘Simon mumbled confusedly: “I don’t believe in the beast”. “Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! “ said the head…”You knew, didn’t you? I’m