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?
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.
The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
The greatest ideas are the simplest.
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-!
We ought to have more rules. Where the conch is, that’s a meeting. The same up here as down there.
Thought was a valuable thing, that got results.
