# data[].attributes.body
Through out the book Goulding used personification to create a very specific image of the island in the reader’s mind. By creating such imagery the reader gets a better feel of what is actually going on in the story.

# data[].attributes.body
1: “The leaves were roaring like the sea.”
2: “a great platform of pink granite thrust up”
3: “Colors drained from water and trees and pink surfaces of rock, and the white and brown clouds brooded.”
4: “These stood or leaned or reclined against the light”

# data[].attributes.body
After the attacks on Pearl Harbor the US government decided anyone of Japanese decent was to be put in an internment camps. They feared anyone who was Japanese was a spy. And considering the conditions of those camps I could see that as an act of savagery.

# data[].attributes.body
Things that go 'bump' in the night
Should not really give one a fright.
It's the hole in each ear
That lets in the fear,
That, and the absence of light!

-Spike Milligan

# data[].attributes.body
It is not wisdom but Authority that makes a law.

# data[].attributes.body
Fear is used many times in the “ Lord of the Flies,” for example it is used to destroy Ralph’s role as leader and it’s used to provoke acts of savagery.

# data[].attributes.body
1:”Ralph as he sat that marked him out: there was his size, and at- tractive appearance; and most obscurely, yet most powerfully, there was the conch.”
2:“I said you were hunters. That was your job.”

Jack ignored him again.

“Who’ll join my tribe and have fun?”,

“I’ll blow the conch,” said Ralph breathlessly, “and call an assembly.” “We shan’t hear it.”

# data[].attributes.body
1:“He’s like Piggy. He says things like Piggy. He isn’t a proper chief.” Jack clutched the conch to him.

“He’s a coward himself.”

For a moment he paused and then went on.

“On top, when Roger and me went on—he stayed back.”

2:Suddenly Jack bounded out from the tribe and began screaming wildly. “See? See? That’s what you’ll get! I meant that! There isn’t a tribe for you any more! The conch is gone—”

He ran forward, stooping.

“I’m chief!”

3:

“Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!”

Now out of the terror rose another desire, thick, urgent, blind.

“Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!”

4:Ralph screamed, a scream of fright and anger and desperation. His

legs straightened, the screams became continuous and foaming. He shot forward, burst the thicket, was in the open, screaming, snarling, bloody. He swung the stake and the savage tumbled over.”