LoTF quoteytoey Flashcards
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Ralph + Piggy chapter 1[2]
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- “We got to find the others. We got to do something.” […] ignoring Piggy;s ill-omened talk, he dreamed pleasantly. ch1
- The fat boy waited to be asked his name in turn but this proffer of acquaintance was not made ch1
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Ralph and Leadership [13]
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- the directness of genuine leadership’ ch1
- Ralph lolled in the water. […] “How does he know we’re here?” Because, thought Ralph, because, because.” ch1
- “And he won’t be interrupted: Except by me.” ch2
- 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
- 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 ch5
- “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
- 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
- “We’re being fools.” Out of the darkness came the answer. “Windy?” Irritably Ralph shook himself. This was all Jack’s fault. ch7
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ralph and his appearance [8]
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- 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
- fair hair’ ch1
- 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
- “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
- 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
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ralph and the beast [8]
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- “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.”[…] “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
- 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
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ralph and the conch [7]
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- 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 - 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
- Ralph, cradling the conch, rocked himself to and fro. “Don’t you understand, Piggy? The things we did— ch10
- 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”
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ralph and savagery [16]
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- 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
- “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 was full of fright and apprehension and pride. “I hit him! The spear stuck in—” […] He felt the need of witnesses. 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
-[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
- “What about my hunters?” “Boys armed with sticks.” ch8
- 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
- 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
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ralph and civilisation [11]
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- We’ll have to have ’Hands up’ like at school.” ch2
- 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
- “who cares?” “Because the rules are the only thing we’ve got!”ch5
- “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
- 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
- Ralph knelt and blew. Grey, feathery ashes scurried hither and thither at his breath but no spark shone among them. ch11
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ralph and human nature chapter 12 [7]
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- Roger sharpened a stick at both ends. Ralph tried to attach a meaning to this but could not.
- 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.
- 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
- 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
- he knew he was an outcast. “ ‘Cos I had some sense.”
- There was no Piggy to talk sense. There was no solemn assembly for debate nor dignity of the conch.
- 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.
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jack and rationalism [3]
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- “His specs–use them as burning glasses!” . ch2
- “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
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ralph and leadership [15]
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- “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
- 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
- “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–” […] ‘we’ll put green branches on. Then there’ll be more smoke.” ch2
- 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
- Jack had meant to leave him in doubt, as an assertion of power; but Piggy by advertising his omission made more cruelty necessary. ch4
- He flushed, conscious of a fault. ch4
- “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
- “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
- “I’m not going to play any longer. Not with you.” 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
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jack and hunting [13]
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- 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 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
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jack and the beast [6]
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- “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
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jack and savagery [14]
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- There was the brilliant world of hunting, tactics, fierce exhilaration, skill; and there was the world of longing and baffled commonsense. 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
- “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.
- “Shove a palm trunk under that and if an enemy came— look!” […] “One heave,” cried Jack, exulting, “and—wheee—!” ch6
- 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
- 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
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jack and his appearance [11]
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- 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
- except for a pair of tattered shorts held up by his knife-belt he was naked. ch3
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
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roger [9]
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- 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
- “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
- 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.
