chapter 9 Flashcards
“even when the vessel broke in Simon’s nose…
and the blood gushed out, they left him alone, preferring the pig’s high flavour”
“he examined the white nasal bones…
the teeth, the colours of corruption” (the parachutist)
“how pitilessly the layers of rubber…
and canvas held together the poor body that should be rotting away” (the parachutist)
“Simon knelt on all fours…
and was sick till his stomach was empty”
“the beast was harmless and horrible…
and the news must reach the others as soon as possible” (Simon)
“even with great care…
the best he could do was a stagger” (Simon)
“and for pretending to be a tribe…
and putting on war-paint” (Ralph speaking about Jack’s tribe)
“Jack, painted and garlanded…
sat there like an idol”
“there were piles of meat on green leaves near him….
and fruit, and coconut shells full of drink”
“Jack rose from the log…
that was his throne”
“power lay in the brown swell of his forearms…
authority sat on his shoulder and chattered in his ear like an ape” (Jack)
“Come on. There’s going to be…
trouble” (Piggy speaking to Jack)
“Do our dance!…
“Come on! Dance!” (Jack)
“Roger became the pig…
grunting and charging at Jack”
“the hunters took their spears…
the cooks took spits and the rest clubs of firewood”
“Piggy and Ralph, under the threat of the sky,….
found themselves eager to take a place in this demented but partly secure society”
“they were glad to touch…
the brown backs of the fence that hemmed in the terror and made it governable”
“the movement became regular…
whole the chant lost its first superficial excitement and began to beat like a steady pulse”
“some of the littluns started a ring…
on their own”
“the complementary circles went round and round…
as though repetition would achieve safety of itself”
“there was the throb…
and stamp of a single organism”
“the chant rose a tone..
in agony”
“now out of the terror…
rose another desire, thick, urgent,blind”
“a thing was crawling…
out of the forest” (Simon)
“the shrill screaming that rose before the beast…
was like a pain”
“Simon was crying out something…
about a dead man on a hill”
“the mouth of the new circle…
crunched and screamed”
“it was crying out against…
the abominable noise something about a body on the hill”
“the beast struggled forward…
broke the ring and fell over the steep edge of the rock”
“at once the crowd surged after it…
poured down the rock, leapt on to the beast, screamed, struck, bit, tore”
“there were no words…
and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws”
“even in the rain they could see…
how small a beast it was, and already its blood was staining the sand”
“the stains spread…
inch by inch”
“smoothed everything…
with a layer of silver”
the stains that seeped…
from the broken body”
“dressed Simon’s coarse hair..
with brightness”
“the line of his cheek silvered…
and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble”
“softly, surrounded by a fringe of…
inquisitive bright creatures, itself a silver shape beneath the steadfast constellations, Simon’s dead body moved out toward the open sea”
