Read the passage from Lord of the Flies by William Golding. Ralph is speaking."Things are breaking up. I don’t understand why. We began well; we were happy. And then—”He moved the conch gently, looking beyond them at nothing, remembering the beastie, the snake, the fire, the talk of fear."Then people started getting frightened.”A murmur, almost a moan, rose and passed away. Jack had stopped whittling. Ralph went on, abruptly."But that’s littluns’ talk. We’ll get that straight. So the last part, the bit we can all talk about, is kind of deciding on the fear.”The hair was creeping into his eyes again."We’ve got to talk about this fear and decide there’s nothing in it. I’m frightened myself, sometimes; only that’s nonsense! Like bogies. 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.”