Lord of the Flies

by William Golding

among the skull-like coconuts

Already getting some death imagery

Piggy asked no names. He was intimidated by this uniformed superiority and the offhand authority in Merridew’s voice. He shrank to the other side of Ralph and busied himself with his glasses.

Me too Piggy what in the captain von trapp is going on here

Then Piggy, too, raised his hand grudgingly into the air.

Interesting to note that Piggy begrudgingly votes for Ralph to be chief when he kind of naturally became his right hand man but he's also bullied him and will most likely be referred to as light BECAUSE of Ralph

“If you’re hunting sometimes you catch yourself feeling as if—” He flushed suddenly. “There’s nothing in it of course. Just a feeling. But you can feel as if you’re not hunting, but—being hunted, as if something’s behind you all the time in the jungle.”

Ooooohhhh spooky

Percival was mouse-colored and had not been very attractive even to his mother;

Ouch!

Piggy saw the smile and misinterpreted it as friendliness. There had grown up tacitly among the biguns the opinion that Piggy was an outsider,

Piggy is so screwed piggy get behind me

I know there isn’t no beast—not with claws and all that, I mean—but I know there isn’t no fear, either.” Piggy paused. “Unless—” Ralph moved restlessly. “Unless what?” “Unless we get frightened of people.”

OOOOP

“I thought it was—” “—and I was—” “—scared.” Piggy stood above them on the platform, still holding the conch. “That was Jack and Maurice and Robert,” said Ralph. “Aren’t they having fun?” “I thought I was going to have asthma.”

"I thought I was gonna have asthma" this is comedy

“If we don’t get home soon we’ll be barmy.”

So true bestie

“Which is better—to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill?”

Piggy babe I think they just wanna hunt and kill

Ralph moaned faintly. Tired though he was, he could not relax and fall into a well of sleep for fear of the tribe. Might it not be possible to walk boldly into the fort, say—“I’ve got pax,” laugh lightly and sleep among the others? 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. Lying there in the darkness, he knew he was an outcast.