For the moment the boys were a closed circuit of sympathy with Piggy outside:he went very pink, bowed his head and cleaned his glasses again.Finally the laughter died away and the naming continued. (pg.27
He’s not Fatty his real name’s Piggy!
“Him that talked about the snakes
Piggy stood up and pointed to the smoke and flames. A murmur rose among the boys and died away. Something strange was happening to Piggy, for he was gasping for breath.“That little ’un–” gasped Piggy– “him with the mark on his face, I don’t see him. Where is he now?” (pg.46)
him with the mark on his face, I don’tsee him. Where is he now
You shut up
UP A BIT
“You wouldn’t care to help with the shelters, I suppose?”“We want meat—”“And we don’t get it.”Now the antagonism was audible.“But I shall! Next time! I’ve got to get a barb on this spear! Wewounded a pig and the spear fell out. If we could only make barbs—”“We need shelters.”Suddenly Jack shouted in rage.“Are you accusing—?”( pg.51)
no we need shelters
We what meat
handful of stones and began to throw them. Yet there was a space roundHenry, perhaps six yards in diameter, into which he dare not throw. Here,invisible yet strong, was the taboo of the old life.(pg.62)
“I’m chief. I was chosen.”“Why should choosing make any difference? Just giving orders that don’t make any sense—”
Just giving orders that don’t make any sense
Conch! Conch!” shouted Jack. “We don’t need the conch anymore. We know who ought to say things. What good did Simon do speaking, or Bill, or Walter? It’s time some people knew they’ve got to keep quiet and leave deciding things to the rest of us.
We don’t need the conch anymore. We know who ought to say things