I ought to be chief, because I’m chapter chorister and head boy. I can sing C sharp.[said Jack with simple arrogance]
He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet.
As long as there’s light we’re brave enough.
Which is better-to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is?
Which is better – to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill?
We’re strong – we hunt! If there’s a beast, we’ll hunt it down! We’ll close in and beat and beat and beat-!
Thought was a valuable thing, that got results.
There aren’t any grownups. We shall have to look after ourselves.
The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.
Of course we’re frightened sometimes but we put up with being frightened.
Life, is scientific, that’s what it is.[said Piggy expansively]
