There aren’t any grownups. We shall have to look after ourselves.
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]
If you’re scared of someone you hate him but you can’t stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he’s all right really, an’ then when you see him again; it’s like asthma an’ you can’t breathe.
If only one had time to think!
If faces were different when lit from above or below – what was a face? What was anything?
He’s like Piggy. He says things like Piggy. He isn’t a proper chief.[about Ralph]
Grownups know things. They ain’t afraid of the dark. They’d meet and have tea and discuss. Then things ‘ud be all right-[said Piggy]
Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?
Daylight might have answered yes; but darkness and the horrors of death said no.
Aren’t there any grownups at all? I don’t think so.
