IMPRESSIVE Flashcards
In a moment the platform was full of arguing, gesticulating shadows. To Ralph, seated, this seemed the breaking up of sanity ch5
he spoke despairingly, out of the new understanding that Piggy had given him. “Why do you hate me?” The boys stirred uneasily, as though something indecent had been said. ch7
“Shut up and listen.” Desperately, Ralph prayed that the beast would prefer littluns ch10
They understood only too well the liberation into savagery that the concealing paint brought. “Well, we won’t be painted,” said Ralph, “because we aren’t savages.” ch11
“We’ve got to talk about this fear and decide there’s nothing in it[…] Then, when we’ve decided, we can start again and be careful about things like the fire.”[…] “And be happy.” ch5
looked steadily at the skull that gleamed as white as ever the conch had done and seemed to jeer at him cynically. ch12
A sick fear and rage swept him. Fiercely he hit out at the filthy thing in front of him that bobbed like a toy and came back, still grinning into his face, so that he lashed and cried out in loathing ch12
He lifted the conch. “Seems to me we ought to have a chief to decide things.” ch1
this toy of voting was almost as pleasing as the conch.’ ch1
“If I blow the conch and they don’t come back; then we’ve had it. We shan’t keep the fire going. We’ll be like animals. We’ll never be rescued.” “If you don’t blow, we’ll soon be animals anyway. ch5
the delight of a realized ambition overcame him […] “No grown ups!”’ ch1
Ralph realized that the boys were falling still and silent, feeling the beginnings of awe at the power set free below them. The knowledge and the awe made him savage. ch2
Ralph too was fighting to get near, to get a handful of that brown, vulnerable flesh. The desire to squeeze and hurt was over-mastering ch7
Without the fire we can’t be rescued. I’d like to put on war-paint and be a savage. But we must keep the fire burning. The fire’s the most important thing on the island, because, because ch8
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. ch9
There was the brilliant world of hunting, tactics, fierce exhilaration, skill; and there was the world of longing and baffled commonsense. ch4
“who cares?” “Because the rules are the only thing we’ve got!” […] “Bollocks to the rules! 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—!” ch5
“what makes things break up like they do?” Piggy rubbed his glasses slowly and thought. When he understood how far Ralph had gone toward accepting him he flushed pinkly with pride. “I dunno, Ralph. I expect it’s him.” “Jack?” “Jack.” A taboo was evolving round that word too. ch8
We got to forget this. We can’t do no good thinking about it, see?” “I’m frightened. Of us. I want to go home. Oh God, I want to go home.” ch10
“Let them go,” said Ralph, uneasily, “I don’t care.” “Just for some meat—” “And for hunting,” said Ralph, wisely, “and for pretending to be a tribe, and putting on war-paint.” ch9
Roger sharpened a stick at both ends. Ralph tried to attach a meaning to this but could not. ch12
But really, thought Ralph, this was not Bill. This was a savage whose image refused to blend with that ancient picture of a boy in shorts and shirt. ch12
These painted savages would go further and further. Then there was that indefinable connection between himself and Jack; who therefore would never let him alone; never
Pretend they were still boys, schoolboys who had said, “Sir, yes, Sir”—and worn caps? Daylight might have answered yes; but darkness and the horrors of death said no ch12
Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy. ch12
something dark was fumbling along[…] the creature was a party of boys marching approximately in two parallel lines’ ch1
“We’ll have rules!” he cried excitedly. “Lots of rules! Then when anyone breaks ’em–” ch2
