Lord of the Flies

by William Golding

This was the voice of one who knew his own mind.

Ralph and Jack looked at each other while society paused about them.

Roger’s arm was conditioned by a civilization that knew nothing of him and was in ruins.

because thought was a valuable thing, that got results….

Ralph was a specialist in thought now, and could recognize thought in another.

The greatest ideas are the simplest.

Now the painted group felt the otherness of Samneric, felt the power in their own hands.

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.