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Lord of the FLies

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Jesse Little

on 5 May 2010

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Transcript of Lord of the FLies

Left Behind
Beasts themselves
Loss of Order Lack for rules adults come to represemt their own hypocrisy Freedom Ralphs attempt at order goes to the dogs. Does Jack take over with anarchy, or with his own system of law? "The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away." "He [Ralph] jumped down from the terrace. The sand was ... thick over his black shoes and the heat hit him. 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. Then he leapt back on the terrace, pulled of his shirt, and stood there among the skull-like coconuts with green shadows from the palms and forest sliding over his skin. He undid the snake-clasp of his belt, lugged off his shorts and pants, and stood there naked, looking at the dazzling beach and the water" What makes the system of law disintegrate on the island? Whose fault is it? True freedom is hard to find, did the boys acheive it or fall deeper into conformity? Jack spoke.

“Give me a drink.”

Henry brought him a shell and ... he drank, watching Piggy and Ralph over the jagged rim. Power lay in the brown swell of his forearms: authority sat on his shoulder and chattered in his ear like an ape.

“All sit down.”

The boys ranged themselves in rows on the grass before him but Ralph and Piggy stayed a foot lower, standing on the soft sand. Jack ignored them for the moment, turned his mask down to the seated boys and pointed at themwith his spear.

“Who is going to join my tribe?” Primative "All at once, Robert was screaming and struggling with the ... strength of frenzy. Jack had him by the hair and was brandishing his knife. Behind him was Roger, fighting to get close. The chant rose ritually, as at the last moment of a dance or a hunt.

“Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!”

Ralph too was fighting to get near, to get a handful of that brown, vulnerableflesh. The desire to squeeze and hurt was over-mastering" "…The ground was hardened by an accustomed tread and as ... Jack rose to his full height he heard something moving on it. He swung back his rightarm and hurled the spear with all his strength" We now even have the noble Ralph joining the frenzy, blame it on mob mentality or the lure of primitivity which we all come to face with when the borders of rules are lost... Fear “This head is for the beast. It’s a gift.” The head is contributed as a gift for the beast, but as time grows it becomes a manifestation of the beast itself. The boys therefore make the beast real, give it shape and form by means of their violent actions. “I expect the beast disguised himself.”

“Perhaps […]. We'd better keep ... on the right side of him, anyhow. You can't tell what he might do.”

The tribe considered this; and then were shaken, as if by a flow of wind. The chiefsaw the effect of his words and stood abruptly." Jacks uses the fear of the beast
to gain power amoungst the boys POWER “A fire! Make a fire!”

At once half the boys were ... on their feet. Jack clamored among them, the conch forgotten.

“Come on! Follow me!”

The space under the palm trees was full of noise and movement. Ralph was on his feet too, shouting for quiet, but no one heard him. All at once the crowd swayedtoward the island and was gone – following Jack." “I’m warning you. I’m going to get angry. D’you see? ... You’re not wanted. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island! So don’t try it on, my poor misguided boy, or else–” Simon found he was looking into a vast mouth. There was blackness within, a blackness that spread.“ –Or else,” said the Lord of the Flies, “we shall do you, see? Roger and Maurice and Robertand Bill and Piggy and Ralph. Do you. See?”
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