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?
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.
The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
Don’t you want to be rescued? All you can talk about is pig, pig, pig!
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.
