LOTF quotes by moment/motif

Question 1

what is a quote that mentions coral island?

Answer 1

“While we’re waiting we can have a good time on this island.” He gesticulated widely. “It’s like in a book.” At once there was a clamor. “Treasure Island–” “Swallows and Amazons–” “Coral Island–” chapter 2

Question 2

what are some quotes that describe Ralph and piggy early on (Ch1) [3]

Answer 2

• “We got to find the others. We got to do something.” […] ignoring Piggy;s ill-omened talk, he dreamed pleasantly. […] “How many of us are there?” ch1
• The fat boy waited to be asked his name in turn but this proffer of acquaintance was not made ch1
• ralph shrieked with laughter ch1

Question 3

ralph’s leadership, ch1

Answer 3

the directness of genuine leadership’

Question 4

instances where ralph thinks like piggy [5]

Answer 4

• Ralph lolled in the water. […] “How does he know we’re here?” Because, thought Ralph, because, because.” ch1
• Balanced on a high peak of need, agonized by indecision, cried out: “Oh God, oh God!” ch4
• He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them ch5
• Once more that evening Ralph had to adjust his values. Piggy could think. He could go step by step inside that fat head of his, only Piggy was no chief. But Piggy, for all his ludicrous body, had brains. Ralph was a specialist in thought now, and could recognize thought in another. ch5
• Would you rather go back to the shelters and tell Piggy?” […]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

Question 5

descriptions of ralph’s appearance [5]

Answer 5

• ‘fair hair’ ch1
• ‘shock of hair’
• he might have made a boxer[…] but there was a mildness about his mouth and eyes that proclaimed no devil […] looked at the water with bright, excited eyes’’ ch1
• “We’ll be like we were. We’ll wash—” “We ought to comb our hair. Only it’s too long.” […] “and tie your hair back.” ch11
• But they’ll be painted! You know how it is.” […]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

Question 6

the boys explore the island [2]

Answer 6

• eyes shining, mouths open, triumphant, they savoured the right of domination. They were lifted up: were friends.[…] “All ours.” [ralph]’ ch1
• to what they now though of as their beach.’ ch1

Question 7

ralph and his uniform [5]

Answer 7

• he became conscious of the weight of clothes, kicked his shoes off fiercely and ripped off each stocking with its elastic garter in a single movement’ ch1
• jerked his stockings with an automatic gesture that made the jungle seem for a moment like the Home Counties’ ch1
• to put on a grey shirt once more was strangely pleasing’ ch1
• [ralph] pulled distastefully at his grey shirt and wondered whether he might undertake the adventure of washing it. ch7
• [Ralph] would like to have a pair of scissors and […] cut this filthy hair right back to half an inch.[…] He passed his tongue experimentally over his teeth […] Then there were his nails— ch7

Question 8

ralph refuses to accept the beast [4]

Answer 8

• “But there isn’t a beast!” Something he had not known was there rose in him and compelled him to make the point, loudly and again. “But I tell you there isn’t a beast!” ch2
• “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.” A picture of three boys walking along the bright beach flitted through his mind. “And be happy.” ch5
• Simon mumbled confusedly: “I don’t believe in the beast.” Ralph answered him politely, as if agreeing about the weather. “No. I suppose not.” ch6
• “No. They’re not as bad as that. It was an accident.” ch12

Question 9

ralph meets the lord of the flies [4]

Answer 9

• looked steadily at the skull that gleamed as white as ever the conch had done and seemed to jeer at him cynically. ch12
• The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell. ch12
• the skull lay in two pieces, its grin now six feet across. He wrenched the quivering stick from the crack and held it as a spear 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

Question 10

ralph and the conch [5]

Answer 10

• He lifted the conch. “Seems to me we ought to have a chief to decide things.” ch1
• there was a stillness about ralph as he sat that marked him out: there was his size, and attractive appearance; and most obscurely yet most powerfully, there was 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
• he flourished the conch ch5
• this toy of voting was almost as pleasing as the conch.’ ch1

Question 11

ralph’s underlying savagery [11]

Answer 11

• the delight of a realized ambition overcame him […] “No grown ups!”’ ch1
• Ralph […] returned as a fighter-plane […] and machine-gunned Piggy.’ ch1
• his face was dark with the violent pleasure of making this stupendous noise ch1
• “Like a bomb!” […] Not for five minutes could they drag themselves away from this triumph.’ 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
• His voice was loud and savage, and struck them into silence. ch4
• Robert snarled at him. Ralph entered into the play and everybody laughed ch7
• Ralph, carried away by a sudden thick excitement, grabbed Eric’s spear and jabbed at Robert with it. ch7
• 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
• A fist withdrew and came back like a piston […] using his clenched fist as a hammer; he hit with more and more passionate hysteria as the face became slippery. ch10

Question 12

ralph and hunting [6]

Answer 12

• Ralph was full of fright and apprehension and pride. “I hit him! The spear stuck in—” […] He felt the need of witnesses. ch7
• “The fire is the most important thing on the island. […]“You hunters! You can laugh! But I tell you the smoke is more important than the pig, however often you kill one. Do all of you see?”[…] “We’ve got to make smoke up there—or die.” ch5
• [ralph] sunned himself in their new respect and felt that hunting was good after all. ch7
• “Just a game,” said Ralph uneasily. “I got jolly badly hurt at rugger once.” 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
• “What about my hunters?” “Boys armed with sticks.” ch8

Question 13

ralph and civilisation [10]

Answer 13

• “who cares?” “Because the rules are the only thing we’ve got!”ch5
• There was the brilliant world of hunting, tactics, fierce exhilaration, skill; and there was the world of longing and baffled commonsense. ch4
• they were on different sides of a high barrier ch4
• “Seems to me we ought to have a chief to decide things.” ch1
• We’ll have to have ’Hands up’ like at school.” ch2
• “The fire is the most important thing on the island. […]“You hunters! You can laugh! But I tell you the smoke is more important than the pig, however often you kill one. Do all of you see?”[…] “We’ve got to make smoke up there—or die.” 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
• “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
• “Going to be a storm,” said Ralph, “and you’ll have rain like when we dropped here. Who’s clever now? Where are your shelters? What are you going to do about that?” […]“Do our dance! Come on! Dance!” ch9
• Ralph knelt and blew. Grey, feathery ashes scurried hither and thither at his breath but no spark shone among them. ch11

Question 14

ralph is traumatised [4]

Answer 14

• Ralph, cradling the conch, rocked himself to and fro. “Don’t you understand, Piggy? The things we did— ch10
• “You were outside. Outside the circle. You never really came in. Didn’t you see what we—what they did?” There was loathing, and at the same time a kind of feverish excitement, in his voice. ch10
• 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
• Ralph shuddered at the human contact. ch10

Question 15

flaws in ralph’s democracy [6]

Answer 15

• “And he won’t be interrupted: Except by me.” ch2
• “We have lots of assemblies. Everybody enjoys speaking and being together. We decide things. But they don’t get done. ch5
• Now I say this and make it a rule, because I’m chief. ch5
• There had been no further numberings of the littluns, partly because there was no means of insuring that all of them were accounted for and partly because Ralph knew the answer to at least one question Piggy had asked on the mountaintop ch5
• In a moment the platform was full of arguing, gesticulating shadows. To Ralph, seated, this seemed the breaking up of sanity ch5
• “Shut up and listen.” Desperately, Ralph prayed that the beast would prefer littluns ch10

Question 16

ralph and english exceptionalism

Answer 16

“We’re being fools.” Out of the darkness came the answer. “Windy?” Irritably Ralph shook himself. This was all Jack’s fault. ch7

Question 17

ralph at the feast [2]

Answer 17

• 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
• Who’ll join my tribe?” “I will.” “Me.” “I will.”“I’ll blow the conch,” said Ralph breathlessly, “and call an assembly.” “We shan’t hear it”

Question 18

ralph’s realisations of savagery [7]

Answer 18

• 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
• The breaking of the conch and the deaths of Piggy and Simon lay over the island like a vapor. 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 ch12
• 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
• he knew he was an outcast. “ ‘Cos I had some sense.” ch12
• There was no Piggy to talk sense. There was no solemn assembly for debate nor dignity of the conch. 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

Question 19

simon’s altruism [3]

Answer 19

• Simon found for them the fruit they could not reach, pulled off the choicest […] passed them back down to the endless, outstretched hands. When he had satisfied them…’ ch3
• Simon […] found [the specs] for him. Passions beat about Simon on the mountain-top with awful wings. “One side’s broken.” Piggy grabbed and put on the glasses ch4
• I just you’ll get back all right.” ch7

Question 20

simon is similar to the other boys [2]

Answer 20

• eyes shining, mouths open, triumphant, they savoured the right of domination. They were lifted up: were friends. ch1
• his eyes so bright they had deceived Ralph into thinking him delightfully gay and wicked ch3

Question 21

simon realises the truth about the beast [6]

Answer 21

• “What I mean is. . . maybe it’s only us.”
• Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness. ch5
• “What’s the dirtiest thing there is?” ch5
• However Simon thought of the beast, there rose before his inward sight the picture of a human at once heroic and sick. ch6
• Simon mumbled confusedly: “I don’t believe in the beast.” ch6
• I think we ought to climb the mountain.” The circle shivered with dread. Simon broke off and turned to Piggy who was looking at him with an expression of derisive incomprehension. “What’s the good of climbing up to this here beast when Ralph and the other two couldn’t do nothing?” Simon whispered his answer. “What else is there to do?” ch8

Question 22

simon meets the beast [9]

Answer 22

• Even if he shut his eyes the sow’s head still remained like an after-image. ch8
• The half-shut eyes were dim with the infinite cynicism of adult life. They assured Simon that everything was a bad business. ch8
• saw the white teeth and dim eyes, the blood—and his gaze was held by that ancient, inescapable recognition. ch8
• “just an ignorant, silly little boy.” cg8
• “Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill!” ch8
• “You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?” ch8
• We are going to have fun on this island. Understand? ch8
• “we shall do you? See? ch8
• spoke in the voice of a schoolmaster

Question 23

simon is killed [5]

Answer 23

• 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. ch9
• Now out of the terror rose another desire, thick, urgent, blind. ch9
• “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Do him in!” ch9
• Simon was crying out something about a dead man on a hill. ch9
• A thing was crawling out of the forest. It came darkly, uncertainly. The shrill screaming that rose before the beast was like a pain. ch9

Question 24

simon is taken out to sea [3]

Answer 24

• phosphorescence [..] was covered with a coat of pearls. […] smoothed everything with a layer of silver. ch9
• dressed Simon’s coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble ch9
• 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. ch9

Question 25

piggy’s rationalism [9]

Answer 25

• “We got to find the others. We got to do something.” […] ignoring Piggy;s ill-omened talk, he dreamed pleasantly. […] “How many of us are there?” ch1
• “He hates me. I dunno why […] He hates you too, Ralph—” […]You got him over the fire; an’ you’re chief an’ he isn’t.” […] I know about people. I know about me. And him. He can’t hurt you: but if you stand out of the way he’d hurt the next thing. And that’s me.” ch5
• “I think we ought to climb the mountain.” The circle shivered with dread. Simon broke off and turned to Piggy who was looking at him with an expression of derisive incomprehension. “What’s the good of climbing up to this here beast when Ralph and the other two couldn’t do nothing?” Simon whispered his answer. “What else is there to do?” ch8
• “What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages? What’s grown-ups going to think? “Look at ’em!” The sound of mock hunting, hysterical laughter and real terror came from the beach. “Blow the conch, Ralph.” […]“You got to be tough now. Make ’em do what you want.” […] “If you don’t blow, we’ll soon be animals anyway. ch5
• Piggy could think. He could go step by step inside that fat head of his, only Piggy was no chief. But Piggy, for all his ludicrous body, had brains. Ralph was a specialist in thought now, and could recognize thought in another. ch5
• Life […] is scientific, that’s what it is. […] I know there isn’t no beast—not with claws and all that, I mean—but I know there isn’t no fear, either […] Unless we get frightened of people.” 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
• I don’t ask for my glasses back, not as a favor. I don’t ask you to be a sport, I’ll say, not because you’re strong, but because what’s right’s right. Give me my glasses, I’m going to say—you got to!” ch11 ch11

Question 26

piggy and the conch [10]

Answer 26

• Piggy glanced nervously into hell and cradled the conch. ch2
• Suddenly Piggy was a-bubble with decorous excitement. “It’s ever so valuable-“ ch1
• “Careful! You’ll break it-“ […] interesting and pretty and a worthy plaything’ ch1
• “They’ll come when they hear us-“ He beamed at Ralph. “That was what you meant, didn’t you? That’s why you got the conch out of the water.” ch1
• “I got the conch,” said Piggy indignantly. “You let me speak!” ch2
• “Look at ’em!” The sound of mock hunting, hysterical laughter and real terror came from the beach. “Blow the conch, Ralph.” […]“You got to be tough now. Make ’em do what you want.” […] “If you don’t blow, we’ll soon be animals anyway. ch5
• “When I saw Jack I was sure he’d go for the conch. […] The group of boys looked at the white shell with affectionate respect ch8
• “An assembly for only us?” “It’s all we got. […]“Blow the conch,” said Piggy. “Blow as loud as you can.” ch11
• By him stood Piggy still holding out the talisman, the fragile, shining beauty of the shell. The storm of sound beat at them, an incantation of hatred. ch11
• “What can he do more than he has? I’ll tell him what’s what. You let me carry the conch, Ralph. I’ll show him the one thing he hasn’t got.” ch11

Question 27

piggy and civilisation [6]

Answer 27

• “My auntie told me not to run […] on account of my asthma” ch1
• I expect we’ll want to know all their names […] and make a list. We ought to have a meeting.’ ch1
• “They’ll come when they hear us-“ He beamed at Ralph. “That was what you meant, didn’t you? That’s why you got the conch out of the water.” ch1
• “You didn’t ought to have let that fire out.[from piggy]” wails of agreement from some of the hunters, drove Jack to violence. ch4
• “Which is better—to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill?” “Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?” ch11
• There was no Piggy to talk sense. There was no solemn assembly for debate nor dignity of the conch. ch12

Question 28

piggy is hated [6]

Answer 28

• “Ralph-please!” […] Piggy grinned reluctantly, pleased despite himself at even this much recognition. ch1
• “sucks to your ass-mar!” Piggy bore this with a sort of humble patience. ch1
• for a moment the boys were a closed circuit of sympathy with Piggy outside’ ch1
• Jack had meant to leave him in doubt, as an assertion of power; but Piggy by advertising his omission made more cruelty necessary. ch4
• The bolting look came into his blue eyes […] able at last to hit someone […] His voice was vicious with humiliation.[…] Jack smacked Piggy’s head. Piggy’s glasses flew off and tinkled on the rocks. Piggy cried out in terror: “My specs!” ch4
• Immediately, Ralph and the crowd of boys were united and relieved by a storm of laughter. Piggy once more was the center of social derision so that everyone felt cheerful and normal. ch9

Question 29

piggy’ specs [3]

Answer 29

• “One side’s broken.” Piggy grabbed and put on the glasses ch4
• “what makes things break up like they do?” Piggy rubbed his glasses slowly and thought ch8
• “You were outside. Outside the circle. You never really came in. Didn’t you see what we—what they did?” There was loathing, and at the same time a kind of feverish excitement, in his voice. […] Not all that well. I only got one eye now. ch10

Question 30

piggy and savagery [5]

Answer 30

• 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
• “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.” “P’raps we ought to go too.” Ralph looked at him quickly and Piggy blushed. “I mean—to make sure nothing happens.” ch9
• He was batty. He asked for it.” He gesticulated widely again. “It was an accident.” ch10
• 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
• What would a beast eat?” “Pig.” “We eat pig.” “Piggy!”

Question 31

piggy is killed [6]

Answer 31

• By him stood Piggy still holding out the talisman, the fragile, shining beauty of the shell. The storm of sound beat at them, an incantation of hatred.
• Roger, with a sense of delirious abandonment, leaned all his weight on the lever
• monstrous red thing
• exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
• His head opened and stuff came out and turned red. Piggy’s arms and legs twitched a bit, like a pig’s after it has been killed.
• This time the silence was complete. Ralph’s lips formed a word but no sound came.

Question 32

jack and piggy and intelligence [5]

Answer 32

• “His specs–use them as burning glasses!” Piggy was surrounded before he could back away. ch2
• Jack had meant to leave him in doubt, as an assertion of power; but Piggy by advertising his omission made more cruelty necessary. ch4
• The bolting look came into his blue eyes […] able at last to hit someone […] His voice was vicious with humiliation.[…] Jack smacked Piggy’s head. Piggy’s glasses flew off and tinkled on the rocks. Piggy cried out in terror: “My specs!” ch4
• “You didn’t ought to have let that fire out.[from piggy]” wails of agreement from some of the hunters, drove Jack to violence. ch4
• The bolting look came into his blue eyes […] able at last to hit someone […] His voice was vicious with humiliation.[…] Jack smacked Piggy’s head. Piggy’s glasses flew off and tinkled on the rocks. Piggy cried out in terror: “My specs!” ch4

Question 33

jack isnt too bad [3]

Answer 33

• “His specs–use them as burning glasses!” Piggy was surrounded before he could back away. ch2
• Ralph, I’ll split up the choir–my hunters, that is–into groups, and we’ll be responsible for keeping the fire going–” […]“We’ll let the fire burn out now. Who would see smoke at night-time, anyway? And we can start the fire again whenever we like. Altos, you can keep the fire going this week, and trebles the next–” […] “And we’ll be responsible for keeping a lookout too. If we see a ship out there“–[…]w e’ll put green branches on. Then there’ll be more smoke.” ch2
• He flushed, conscious of a fault. ch4

Question 34

jack and the choir [3]

Answer 34

• something dark was fumbling along[…] the creature was a party of boys marching approximately in two parallel lines’ ch1
• the boy who controlled them […] shouted an order and they halted, gasping, sweating, swaying in the fierce light.’ ch1
• piggy asked no names. he was intimidated by this uniformed superiority and the offhand authority in merridew’s voice.’ch1

Question 35

jack and hunting [13]

Answer 35

• Its voice was thin, needle-sharp and insistent. The three boys rushed forward and Jack drew his knife again with a flourish.’ ch1
• the blade continued to flash at the end of a bony arm. The pause was only long enough for them to understand what an enormity the downward stroke would be.’ ch1
• Jack’s face was white […] “I was just waiting for a moment to decide where to stab him” [..] “Next time-!” […] Next time there would be no mercy.’ ch1
• the enormity of the knife descending and cutting into living flesh; because of the unbearable blood.’ ch1
• less a hunter than a furtive thing, ape-like among the tangle of trees. Then the trail, the frustration, claimed him again ch3
• He noticed blood on his hands and grimaced distastefully […] then wiped them on his shorts and laughed. ch4
• “There was lashings of blood,” said Jack, laughing and shuddering, “you should have seen it!” ch4
• His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink. ch4
• the hunters followed, wedded to her in lust, excited by the long chase and the dropped blood. ch8
• Roger ran round the heap, prodding with his spear whenever pigflesh appeared. Jack was on top of the sow, stabbing downward with his knife ch8
• she staggered into an open space where bright flowers grew and butterflies danced round each other ch8
• the hunters hurled themselves at her. This dreadful eruption from an unknown world made her frantic; she squealed and bucked and the air was full of sweat and noise and blood and terror. ch8
• the hot blood spouted over his hands. The sow collapsed under them and they were heavy and fulfilled upon her. ch8

Question 36

jack and the conch/democracy [9]

Answer 36

• Jack seized the conch’ ch2
• “We’ll have rules!” he cried excitedly. “Lots of rules! Then when anyone breaks ’em–” ch2
• Jack held out his hands for the conch and stood up, holding the delicate thing carefully in his sooty hands. “I agree with Ralph. 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. So we’ve got to do the right things.” ch2
• “We don’t need the conch any more. We know who ought to say things […]It’s time some people knew they’ve got to keep quiet and leave deciding things to the rest of us.” ch6
• Jack clutched the conch to him. ch8
• “He’s not a hunter. He’d never have got us meat. He isn’t a prefect and we don’t know anything about him. He just gives orders and expects people to obey for nothing ch8
• Who’ll join my tribe?” “I will.” “Me.” “I will.”“I’ll blow the conch,” said Ralph breathlessly, “and call an assembly.” “We shan’t hear it” ch9
• “I’m not going to play any longer. Not with you.” ch8
• “What can he do more than he has? I’ll tell him what’s what. You let me carry the conch, Ralph. I’ll show him the one thing he hasn’t got.” ch11

Question 37

jack wants power [2]

Answer 37

• “Seems to me we ought to have a chief to decide things.” “I ought to be chief! because I’m chapter chorister and head boy. I can sing C sharp.” ch1
• jack started to protest [at a vote for chief]’ ch1

Question 38

jack and the beast [6]

Answer 38

• “Ralph’s right of course. There isn’t a snake-thing. But if there was a snake we’d hunt it and kill it. We’re going to hunt pigs to get meat for everybody. And we’ll look for the snake too–” ch2
• “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
• “The thing is—fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream. There aren’t any beasts to be afraid of on this island. […]Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies! But there is no animal— ch5
• A stain in the darkness, a stain that was Jack ch7
• “We’re going to forget the beast.” “That’s right!” “Yes!” […] “ When we kill we’ll leave some of the kill for it. Then it won’t bother us, maybe.” ch8
• “Yes. The beast is a hunter. Only— shut up! The next thing is that we couldn’t kill it ch8

Question 39

jack’s appearance [11]

Answer 39

• except for a pair of tattered shorts held up by his knife-belt he was naked. ch3
• his face was crumpled and freckled, and ugly without silliness […] two light blue eyes, frustrated now, and turning, or ready to turn, to anger.’ ch1
• bright blue, eyes that in this frustration seemed bolting and nearly mad. ch3
• He looked in astonishment, no longer at himself but at an awesome stranger.’ ch4
• He spilt the water and leapt to his feet, laughing excitedly. Beside the pool his sinewy body held up a mask that drew their eyes and appalled them ch4
• He began to dance and his laughter became a bloodthirsty snarling. He capered toward Bill, and the mask was a thing on its own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-consciousness. ch4
• “The rest are making a line. Come on!” “But―” “↔we↔” “Come on! I’ll creep up and stab↔” The mask compelled them. ch4
• Like in the war. […] Like things trying to look like something else— ch4
• He was safe from shame or self-consciousness behind the mask of his paint ch8
• Jack, painted and garlanded, sat there like an idol. ch9
• A little boy who wore the remains of an extraordinary black cap on his red hair and who carried the remains of a pair of spectacles at his waist ch12

Question 40

jack and leadership [14]

Answer 40

• There was the brilliant world of hunting, tactics, fierce exhilaration, skill; and there was the world of longing and baffled commonsense. ch4
• Jack had meant to leave him in doubt, as an assertion of power; but Piggy by advertising his omission made more cruelty necessary. ch4
• Jack leapt to his feet, slashed off a great hunk of meat, and flung it down at Simon’s feet. “Eat! Damn you!” He glared at Simon. “Take it!” ch4
• Jack looked round for understanding but found only respect. ch4
• “You didn’t ought to have let that fire out.[from piggy]” wails of agreement from some of the hunters, drove Jack to violence. […] “I got you meat!” “we needed meat”ch4
• “Bollocks to the rules! ch5
• You littluns started all this, with the fear talk. […] you don’t hunt or build or help—you’re a lot of cry-babies and sissies.[…]as for the fear—you’ll have to put up with that like the rest of us. […]Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies! But there is no animal— ch5
• “Shove a palm trunk under that and if an enemy came— look!” […] “One heave,” cried Jack, exulting, “and—wheee—!” ch6
• His tone conveyed a warning, given out of the pride of ownership, and the boys ate faster while there was still time ch9
• Jack rose from the log that was his throne and sauntered to the edge of the grass. ch9
• Power lay in the brown swell of his forearms: authority sat on his shoulder and chattered in his ear like an ape. ch9
• began screaming wildly. […] there isn’t a tribe for you any more! The conch is gone—”[…] “I’m chief!” ch11
• Viciously, with full intention, he hurled his spear at Ralph. ch11

Question 41

jack and games [3]

Answer 41

• Jack shouted. “Make a ring!” ch7
• Jack had [robert] by the hair and was brandishing his knife. ch7
• “You want a real pig,” said Robert […] because you’ve got to kill him.” “Use a littlun,” said Jack, and everybody laughed ch7

Question 42

pigs [17]

Answer 42

• ‘Its voice was thin, needle-sharp and insistent. The three boys rushed forward and Jack drew his knife again with a flourish.’ 1
• ‘the blade continued to flash at the end of a bony arm. The pause was only long enough for them to understand what an enormity the downward stroke would be.’ 1
• ‘Jack’s face was white […] “I was just waiting for a moment to decide where to stab him” [..] “Next time-!” […] Next time there would be no mercy.’ 1
• ‘the enormity of the knife descending and cutting into living flesh; because of the unbearable blood.’ 1
• ‘he swung back his right arm and hurled the spear with all his strength. From the pig-run came the quick, hard patter of hoofs, a castanet sound, seductive, maddening - the promise of meat.’ 3
• ‘the pig’s head hung down with gaping neck and seemed to search for something on the ground.’ 4
• chant “Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.’ 4
• ‘He sought, charitable in his happiness, to include them in the thing that had happened. His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on that struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.’ 4
• ‘Jack leapt to his feet, slashed off a great hunk of meat, and flung it down at Simon’s feet. “Eat! Damn you!” 4
• ‘“I tell you the smoke is more important than the pig however often you kill one. Do all of you see? […] We’ve got to make smoke up there- or die.”’ 5
• ‘“What would a beast eat?” “Pig.” “We eat pig.”’ 5
• ‘“You want a real pig […] because you’ve got to kill him.’” 7
• ‘sunk in deep maternal bliss, lay the largest sow of the lot […] the great bladder of her belly was fringed with a row of piglets that slept or burrowed and squeaked.’ 8
• ‘Roger ran around the heap, prodding with his spear whenever pigflesh appeared. Jack was on top of the sow, stabbing downward with his knife. Roger found a lodgement for his point and began to push until he was leaning with his whole weight.’ 8
• ‘the terrified squealing became a high pitched 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.’ 8
• ‘the head is for the beast. it’s a gift.’ 8
• ‘a hunter crouched on either side. all three were masked in black and green. behind them on the grass the headless and paunched body of a sow lay where they had dropped it.’ 11

Question 43

roger

Answer 43

• slight, furtive boy […] with an inner intensity of avoidance and secrecy’ -1
• “Lets have a vote” - 1
• there was a space round Henry, perhaps six yards in diameter, into which he dare not throw. Here, invisible yet strong, was the taboo of the old life. Round the squatting child was the protection of parents and school and policemen and the law. Roger’s arm was conditioned by a civilization that knew nothing of him and was in ruins. - 4
• Roger ran round the heap, prodding with his spear whenever pigflesh appeared. Jack was on top of the sow, stabbing downward with his knife - 8
• Roger took up a small stone and flung it between the twins, aiming to miss.[…]Some source of power began to pulse in Roger’s body - 11
• , Roger, with a sense of delirious abandonment, leaned all his weight on the lever - 11
• Below him, Ralph was a shock of hair and Piggy a bag of fat - 11
• Roger sharpened a stick at both ends. Ralph tried to attach a meaning to this but could not. - 12
• “He’s going to beat Wilfred.” “What for?” Robert shook his head doubtfully. “I don’t know. He didn’t say. He got angry and made us tie Wilfred up. He’s been”—he giggled excitedly—“he’s been tied for hours, waiting—assimilating the possibilities of irresponsible authority - 10

Question 44

the choir

Answer 44

• something dark was fumbling along[…] the creature was a party of boys marching approximately in two parallel lines’ - 1
• each boy wore a square black cap with a silver badge in it […] their bodies […] were hidden by black cloaks […] complexions of newly washed plums’ - 1
• the boy who controlled them […] shouted an order and they halted, gasping, sweating, swaying in the fierce light.’ - 1
• perched like black birds’ - 1
• piggy asked no names. he was intimidated by this uniformed superiority and the offhand authority in merridew’s voice.’ - 1
• Each of them wore the remains of a black cap and ages ago they had stood in two demure rows and their voices had been the song of angels. 8

Question 45

the officer

Answer 45

• He saw white drill, epaulettes, a revolver, a row of gilt buttons down the front of a uniform.
• “Fun and games,” said the officer.
• The kid needed a bath, a haircut, a nose-wipe and a good deal of ointment.
• Percival Wemys Madison sought in his head for an incantation that had faded clean away
• “I should have thought that a pack of British boys […] would have been able to put up a better show than that
• The officer, surrounded by these noises, was moved and a little embarrassed. He turned away to give them time to pull themselves together; and waited, allowing his eyes to rest on the trim cruiser in the distance.
• A little boy who wore the remains of an extraordinary black cap on his red hair and who carried the remains of a pair of spectacles at his waist, started forward, then changed his mind and stood still