Lord of the Flies Chapter 11
Süžeeskeem Tekst
- They’ve got our fire. They stole it!
- They blinded me. Call an assembly, we got to decide what to do. Blow the conch.
- The forests re-echoed. Ralph sat down on the polished trunk and the three others stood before him. (pg 244)
- Are we savages or what? Only now there’s no signal going up.
- Awful things has been done on this island. Ralphs the only one who ever got anything done. (pg 245)
- Supposing we go, looking like we used to, after all we aren’t savages really and being rescued isn’t a game.
- What you goin’ to do, Ralph? I want my glasses. (pg 245)
- All right. I mean—you can try if you like. We’ll go with you. (pg 247)
- You let me carry the conch, Ralph. I’ll show him the one thing he hasn’t got. (pg 246)
- You must carry it.
- He held out the conch to Piggy who flushed, this time with pride. (pg 247)
- When we’re ready I’ll carry it.
- No paint! We want smoke. (pg 248)
- Cos the smoke’s a signal and we can’t be rescued if we don’t have smoke. (pg 249)
- They’ll be painted! You know how it is. (pg 248)