I ought to be chief, because I’m chapter chorister and head boy. I can sing C sharp.[said Jack with simple arrogance]
He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true; but they were human.
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.
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?