Next time
After not being able to kill the pig in early chapters, Jack is sure it will happen again
After all, we're not savages
Jack's denial of potential savage behavior and his attempt to distance himself from it.
Dog-like, ape-like, tattered shorts, flared nostrils
Descriptions of Jack when he hunts Ch3 emphasizing his primal nature.
Seductive, maddening - the promise of meat
how does jack see killing of pigs
Compulsion to track down and kill that was swallowing him up
Jack's overwhelming urge to hunt and kill, consuming him.
I thought I might kill (Jack)
Jack's excuse when failing to kill pig
Absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things
Roger's pleasure and satisfaction in exerting power and control over others.
He noticed blood on his hands and grimaced distastefully
Early chapters when Jack is offput by murder
Am I a hunter or not? (Jack)
Jack questioning his identity and purpose as a hunter.
Man-kind's essential illness
Simon's belief that the inherent evil and darkness reside within all humans.
Robert squealed in mock terror, then in real pain
The boys' transition from playful cruelty to genuine harm and violence.
The chant rose ritually
voices previously used for church and peace, now used for hunting
The desire to squeeze and hunt was over-mastering
Ralph's struggle to resist the primal urge to hunt and kill.
The stain vanished. Another took its place
Jack as a threat being replaced with roger
I'm not going to play any longer
Jack treating murder like a game
Wedded into her lust [..] fulfilled upon her [..] → deep maternal bliss
The contrast between the primal desires and instincts of the boys vs nature
Kill the beast, cut his throat, spill his blood // Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood
The boys' chant, representing their bloodlust and desire for violence.
Sniggering of the savages became a loud decisive jeer
The transformation of the boys' laughter into a mocking and cruel expression.
Sharpened a stick at both ends
Roger's preparation of a weapon, symbolizing his readiness to inflict harm.
All them other kids
Colloquial language by Piggy, class and status
Proclaimed no devil
Ralph’s appearance
His ordinary voice sounded like a whisper after the high note of the conch
capitalism silencing minority
Ugly without silliness
Jack's physical appearance, lacking in innocence and playfulness.
I ought to be chief
Jack's desire and ambition to become the leader of the group.
He wants to know what you're going to do about the snake-thing
The littluns' fear and concern about the presence of a perceived threat and asking ralph
Together, joined in effort
Glimpse of what could’ve been if they had cooperated
Where is he now?
Piggy’s uncertainty and fear regarding the whereabouts of the boy with the mulberry-coloured birthmark.
He was angry with himself for giving way
Ralph's frustration and self-blame for prioritising being liked over being a good leader
But Piggy, for his ludicrous body, had brains
Piggy's intelligence and rationality, despite his physical appearance.
If something did get you, you useless lot of cry babies
Jack feeding into the littluns’ fear of the beast
My asthma' - the response was mechanical
Piggy making excuses by habit
Jack, painted and garlanded, sat there like an idol
Jack's transformation into a figure of worship and reverence.
Authority sat on his shoulder and chattered in his ear like an ape
Personification of power - roger
Jack planned his new face
Jack's intention to adopt a new persona and shed his previous identity
The mask compelled them
The others intrigued by this new identity after Jack paints his face
But there was no more to come
Percival Wemys Madison forgetting his name
Use them as burning glasses. Piggy was surrounded
What was once used to see clearly is now used for survival
Piggy glanced nervously into hell and cradled the conch
Foreshadowing, Piggy and the conch
Taboo of the old life
Haunts Roger and prevents him from throwing rock
Protection of parents and school and policemen and the law
polysyndetic list why roger doesn’t kill henry
We don’t need the conch any more
Jack disregarding the symbol of civilisation
Drawing a circular pattern
Events going in a cycle over and over again (Jack)
Bollocks to the rules
Improper vocabulary, becoming more savage
The conch exploded into a thousand tiny white fragments and ceased to exist
Destruction of the conch
Demented but partly secure society
almost juxtaposition for savage societies
You’ll get back to where you came from
Simon reassuring Jack he’ll return home
Moonbeam [..] silver [..] pearls
nature welcoming Simon’s body back
Great, shuddering spasms of grief
Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart
Ralph realising destruction on the island