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Lord of the Flies Chapter 11
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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)