Read the passage from Lord of the Flies by William Golding."The rules!” shouted Ralph. "You’re breaking the rules!”"Who cares?”Ralph summoned his wits."Because the rules are the only thing we’ve got!”But Jack was shouting against him."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—!”He gave a wild whoop and leapt down to the pale sand. At once the platform was full of noise and excitement, scramblings, screams, and laughter. The assembly shredded away and became a discursive and random scatter from the palms to the water and away along the beach, beyond night-sight. Ralph found his cheek touching the conch and took it from Piggy."What’s grownups going to say?” cried Piggy again. "Look at 'em!”
Read the passages from Lord of the Flies by William Golding.Passage 1Simon poked his head out carefully."You’re chief. You tell ’em off.”Ralph lay flat and looked up at the palm trees and the sky."Meetings. Don’t we love meetings? Every day. Twice a day. We talk.” He got on one elbow. "I bet if I blew the conch this minute, they’d come running. Then we’d be, you know, very solemn, and someone would say we ought to build a jet, or a submarine, or a TV set. When the meeting was over they’d work for five minutes, then wander off or go hunting.”Jack flushed."We want meat.”"Well, we haven’t got any yet. And we want shelters. Besides, the rest of your hunters came back hours ago. They’ve been swimming.”Passage 2"Jack! Jack! You haven’t got the conch! Let him speak.”Jack’s face swam near him."And you shut up! Who are you, anyway? Sitting there telling people what to do. You can’t hunt, you can’t sing—”"I’m chief. I was chosen.”"Why should choosing make any difference? Just giving orders that don’t make any sense—”"Piggy’s got the conch.”"That’s right—favor Piggy as you always do—”"Jack!”Jack’s voice sounded in bitter mimicry."Jack! Jack!”
Read the passages from Lord of the Flies by William Golding.Passage 1"The fire is the most important thing on the island. How can we ever be rescued except by luck, if we don’t keep a fire going? Is a fire too much for us to make?”He flung out an arm."Look at us! How many are we? And yet we can’t keep a fire going to make smoke. Don’t you understand? Can’t you see we ought to—ought to die before we let the fire out?”There was a self-conscious giggling among the hunters. Ralph turned on them passionately."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?” He spread his arms wide and turned to the whole triangle."We’ve got to make smoke up there—or die.”Passage 2"The rules!” shouted Ralph. "You’re breaking the rules!”"Who cares?”Ralph summoned his wits."Because the rules are the only thing we’ve got!”But Jack was shouting against him."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—!”He gave a wild whoop and leapt down to the pale sand. At once the platform was full of noise and excitement, scramblings, screams, and laughter. The assembly shredded away and became a discursive and random scatter from the palms to the water and away along the beach, beyond night-sight. Ralph found his cheek touching the conch and took it from Piggy.
Read the passage from Lord of the Flies by William Golding.Jack shouted so loudly that Ralph jumped."What? Where? Is it a ship?”But Jack was pointing to the high declivities that led down from the mountain to the flatter part of the island."Of course! They’ll lie up there—they must, when the sun’s too hot—”Ralph gazed bewildered at his rapt face."—they get up high. High up and in the shade, resting during the heat, like cows at home—”"I thought you saw a ship!”"We could steal up on one—paint our faces so they wouldn’t see—perhaps surround them and then—”Indignation took away Ralph’s control."I was talking about smoke! Don’t you want to be rescued? All you can talk about is pig, pig, pig!”"But we want meat!”"And I work all day with nothing but Simon and you come back and don’t even notice the huts!”"I was working too—”"But you like it!” shouted Ralph. "You want to hunt! While I—”
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Read the passage from Lord of the Flies by William Golding.Jack stood there, streaming with sweat, streaked with brown earth, stained by all the vicissitudes of a day’s hunting. Swearing, he turned off the trail and pushed his way through until the forest opened a little and instead of bald trunks supporting a dark roof there were light grey trunksand crowns of feathery palm. Beyond these was the glitter of the sea and he could hear voices. Ralph was standing by a contraption of palm trunks and leaves, a rude shelter that faced the lagoon and seemed very near to falling down. He did not notice when Jack spoke."Got any water?”Ralph looked up, frowning, from the complication of leaves. He did not notice Jack even when he saw him."I said have you got any water? I’m thirsty.”Ralph withdrew his attention from the shelter and realized Jack with a start.
Read the passage from Lord of the Flies by William Golding.Jack quested ahead. They went more slowly than Ralph had bargained for; yet in a way he was glad to loiter, cradling his spear. Jack came up against some emergency of his craft and soon the procession stopped. Ralph leaned against a tree and at once the daydreams started swarming up. Jack was in charge of the hunt and there would be time to get to the mountain—Once, following his father from Chatham to Devonport, they had lived in a cottage on the edge of the moors. . . .When you went to bed there was a bowl of cornflakes with sugar and cream. And the books—they stood on the shelf by the bed, leaning together with always two or three laid flat on top because he had not bothered to put them back properly. They were dog-eared and scratched. There was the bright, shining one about Topsy and Mopsy that he never read because it was about two girls; there was the one about the magician, which you read with a kind of tied-down terror, skipping page twenty-seven with the awful picture of the spider; there was a book about people who had dug things up, Egyptian things; there was The Boy’s Book of Trains, The Boy’s Book of Ships. Vividly they came before him; he could have reached up and touched them, could feel the weight and slow slide with which The Mammoth Book for Boys would come out and slither down . . . Everything was all right; everything was good-humored and friendly.
Read the passage from Lord of the Flies by William Golding.They set off again, the hunters bunched a little by fear of the mentioned beast, while Jack quested ahead. . . . Ralph leaned against a tree and at once the daydreams started swarming up. Jack was in charge of the hunt and there would be time to get to the mountain—Once, following his father from Chatham to Devonport, they had lived in a cottage on the edge of the moors. . . .When you went to bed there was a bowl of cornflakes with sugar and cream. And the books—they stood on the shelf by the bed, leaning together with always two or three laid flat on top because he had not bothered to put them back properly. They were dog-eared and scratched. There was the bright, shining one about Topsy and Mopsy that he never read because it was about two girls; there was the one about the magician, which you read with a kind of tied-down terror, skipping page twenty-seven with the awful picture of the spider; there was a book about people who had dug things up, Egyptian things; there was The Boy’s Book of Trains, The Boy’s Book of Ships. Vividly they came before him; he could have reached up and touched them, could feel the weight and slow slide with which The Mammoth Book for Boys would come out and slither down . . . Everything was all right; everything was good-humored and friendly.
Read the passage from Lord of the Flies by William Golding."I’m scared of him,” said Piggy, "and that’s why I know him. If you’re scared of someone you hate him but you can’t stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he’s all right really, an’ then when you see him again, it’s like asthma an’ you can’t breathe. I tell you what. He hates you too, Ralph—”"Me? Why me?”"I dunno. You got him over the fire; an’ you’re chief an’ he isn’t.”"But he’s, he’s, Jack Merridew!”"I been in bed so much I done some thinking. 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.”
Read the passage from Lord of the Flies by William Golding."You got to be tough now. Make 'em do what you want.”Ralph answered in the cautious voice of one who rehearses a theorem."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. I can’t see what they’re doing but I can hear.”The dispersed figures had come together on the sand and were a dense black mass that revolved. They were chanting something and littluns that had had enough were staggering away, howling. Ralph raised the conch to his lips and then lowered it.
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