We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grown-ups would do.[Also known as:]We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re English; and the English are best at everything.
We ought to have more rules. Where the conch is, that’s a meeting. The same up here as down there.
There’s nothing in it of course. Just a feeling. But you can feel as if you’re not hunting, but-being hunted, as if something’s behind you all the time in the jungle.
The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
The rules! You’re breaking the rules! Who cares?[shouted Ralph]
The mask was a thing on its own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-consciousness.
The greatest ideas are the simplest.
The fire’s the most important thing. Without the fire we can’t be rescued. I’d like to put on war-paint and be a savage. But we must keep the fire burning. The fire’s the most important thing on the island, because, because-
