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“The Lord of the Flies” – Human Nature
‘“He’s not Fatty,” cried Ralph, “his real name’s Piggy!”’ (Golding 27)
They got his arms and legs. Ralph, carried away by a sudden thick excitement, grabbed Eric’s spear and jabbed at Robert with it. (Golding 164)
“Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood” (Golding 96).
“Here – let me go!” His voice rose to a shriek of terror as Jack snatched the glasses off his face.” (55)
“The spear moved forward inch by inch and the terrified squealing became a highpitched scream. Then Jack found the throat and the hot blood spouted over his hands. The sow collapsed under them and they were heavy and fulfilled upon her.” (Golding 192)
“Lord of the Flies” – Island Description
Reef
“This is an island. At least I think it’s an island. That’s a reef out in the sea” (Golding 7)
Beach
“The shore was fledged with palm trees” (Golding 10)
” The beach between the palm terrace and the water was a thin stick” (Golding 10)
“Here the beach was interrupted abruptly by the square motif of the landscape; a great platform of pink granite thrust up uncompromisingly through forest and terrace and sand and lagoon to make a raised jetty four feet high. The top of this was covered with a thin layer of soil and coarse grass and shaded with young palm trees.” (Golding 13)
“The glittering sea rose up, moved apart in planes of blatant impossibility; the coral reef and the few stunted palms that clung to the more elevated parts would float up into the sky, would quiver, be plucked apart, run like raindrops on a wire or be repeated as in an odd succession of mirrors.” (Golding, 79)
Scar
“The ground beneath them was a bank covered with coarse grass, torn everywhere by the upheavals of fallen trees, scattered with decaying coconuts and palm saplings” (Golding 10)
“Behind this was the darkness of the forest proper and the open space of the scar” (Golding 10)
Mountain
“The most usual feature of the rock was a pink cliff surmounted by a skewed block” (Golding 34)
Jungle
“They were in the beginnings of the thick forest, plonking with weary feet on a track, when they heard the noises—squeakings—and the hard strike of hoofs on a path” (Golding 39).
“Then, amid the roar of bees in the afternoon sunlight, Simon found for them the fruit they could not reach, pulled off the choicest from up in the foliage, passed them back down to the endless, outstretched hands” (Golding 76).