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"The bushes crashed ahead of them. Boys flung themselves wildly from the pig track and scrabbled in the creepers, screaming. Ralph saw Jack nudged aside and fall. Then there was a creature bounding along the pig track towards him, with tusks gleaming and an intimidating grunt."
p. 109, ll. 27-30

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"Now the sea would suck down, making cascades and waterfalls of retreating water, would sink past the rocks and plaster down the seaweed like shining hair: then, pausing, gather and rise with a roar, irresistibly swelling over point and outcrop, climbing the little cliff, sending at last an arm of surf up a gully to end a yard or so from him in fingers of spray."
p. 107, ll. 18-24

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"And another thing. You can't have an ordinary hunt because the beast doesn't leave tracks. If it did you'd have seen them. For all we know, the beast may swing through the trees like what's its name."
p. 98, l.10-12

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"We've seen the beast with our own eyes. No - we weren't asleep - ".
l. 29-31

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"They lay there listening, at first with doubt but then with terror to the description the twins breathed at them between bouts of extreme silence. Soon the darkness was full of claws, full of the awful unknown and menace."
p. 96, ll. 2-5

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Far beneath them, the trees of the forest sighed, then roared. The hair on their foreheads fluttered and flames blew out sideways from the fire. Fifteen yards away from them came the plopping noise of fabric blown open.
Neither of the boys screamed but the grip of their arms tightened and their mouths grew peaked. For perhaps ten seconds they crouched like that while the flailing fire sent smoke and sparks and waves of inconstant light over the top of the mountain. Then as though they had but one terrified mind between them they scrambled away over the rocks and fled."
p. 95, ll.6-15

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“The trouble is: Are there ghosts, Piggy? Or beasts?” “Course there aren’t.” “Why not?” “’Cos things wouldn’t make sense. Houses an’ streets, an’—TV—they wouldn’t work.” The dancing, chanting boys had worked themselves away till their sound was nothing but a wordless rhythm.“ But s’pose they don’t make sense? Not here, on this island? Supposing things are watching us and waiting?” Ralph shuddered violently and moved closer to Piggy, so that theybumped frighteningly.“You stop talking like that! We got enough trouble, Ralph, an’ I’ve had as much as I can stand. If there is ghosts—”“I ought to give up being chief. Hear ’em.”p. 89, ll. 26-p. 90, l.3

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"The flames, as though they were a kind of wild life, crept as a jaguar creeps on its belly toward a line of birch-like saplings that fledged an outcrop of the pink rock. They flapped at the first of the trees, and the branches grew a brief foliage of fire. The heart of flame leapt nimbly across the gap between the trees and then went swinging and flaring along the whole row of them. Beneath the capering boys a quarter of a mile square of forest was savage with smoke and flame. The separate noises of the fire merged into a drum-roll that seemed to shake the mountain.“
p.43, l.2-10
THE FIRE as a beast

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"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill it's blood!
Chapter 9 ; page 146; l. 20- 21

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"If you're hunting sometimes you catch yourself feeling as if-" He flushed suddenly.
"There's nothing in it of course. Just a feeling. But you can feel as if you're not hunting, but - being hunted; as if something's behind you all the time in the jungle."
They were silent again; Simon intent; Ralph incredulous and faintly indignant. He sat up, rubbing one shoulder with a dirty hand.
"Well I don't know."
Jack leapt to his feet and spoke very quickly.
"That's how you can feel in the forest. Of course there's nothing in it. Only-only-"
(pp. 50-51, ll. 35-8 )

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"'[K]ill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!'" chapter 9, pg. 146 l. 21

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They were glad to touch the brown backs of the fence that hemmed in the terror and made it governable. “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!”
[p. 146, l. 18-21]

An instant later the noise was on them like the blow of gigantic whip. The chant rose a tone in agony. “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!” Again the blue-white scar jagged above them and the sulphorous explosion beat down.
[p. 146 l. 28-35]

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"Whats's your name?" "Phil" For a littleun he was self-confident, holding out his hands, cradling the conch as Ralph did, looking round at them to collect their attention before he spoke. "Last night I had a dream, a horrid dream, fighting with things.I was outside the shelter by myself, fighting with things, those twisty things in the trees." He paused , and the other littluns laughed in horrified sympathy. " Then I was frightend and I woke up. And i was outside the shelter by myself in the dark and the twisty things had gone away." The vivid horror of this, so possible and so nakedly terrifying, held them all silent. The child's voice went piping on from behind the white conch. " And I was frightened and started to call out for Ralph and then I saw something moving among the trees, something big and horrid"p.82 l5-20

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A sliver of moon rose over the horizon, hardly large enough to make a path of light even when it sat right down on the water; but there were other lights in the sky, that moved fast, winked, or went out, though not even a faint popping came down from the battle fought at ten miles’ height. But a sign came down from the world of grown-ups, though at the time there was no child awake to read it. There was a sudden bright explosion and corkscrew trail across the sky;
then darkness again and stars. There was a speck above the island, a figure dropping swiftly beneath a parachute, a figure that hung with dangling limbs. The changing winds of various altitudes took the figure where they would. Then, three miles up, the wind steadied and bore it in a descending curve round the sky and swept it in a great slant across the reef and the lagoon toward the mountain. The figure fell and crumpled among the blue flowers of the mountain-side, but now there was a gentle breeze at this height too and the parachute flopped and banged and pulled. So the figure, with feet that dragged behind it, slid up the mountain. Yard by yard, puff by puff, the breeze hauled the figure through the blue flowers, over the boulders and red stones, till it lay huddled among the shattered rocks of the mountain-top. Here the breeze was fitful and allowed the strings of the parachute to tangle and festoon; and the figure sat, its helmeted head between its knees, held by a complication of lines. When the breeze blew the lines would strain taut and some accident of this pull lifted the head and chest upright so that the figure seemed to peer across the brow of the mountain. Then, each time the wind dropped, the lines would slacken and the figure bow forward again, sinking its head between its knees.
So as the stars moved across the sky, the figure sat on the mountain-top and
bowed and sank and bowed again.

In the darkness of early morning  there were noises by a rock a little way down the side of the mountain. Two boys rolled out of a pile of brushwood and dead leaves, two dim shadows talking sleepily to each other. They were the twins, on duty at the fire. In theory one should have been asleep and one on watch. But they could never manage to do things sensibly if that meant acting independently,
and since staying awake all night was impossible, they had both gone to sleep. Now they approached the darker smudge that had been the signal fire, yawning, rubbing their eyes, treading with practised feet. When they reached it they stopped yawning, and one ran quickly back for brushwood and leaves.

(p. 92 l. 9-29, p. 93 l. 1-17)

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Simon mumbled confusedly: "I don't believe in the beast."
Ralph answered him politely, as if agreeing about the weather.
"No. I suppose not."
(p.101, l. 18-20)

"We'll have to go back and climb the mountain. That's where they saw the beast"
"The beast won't be there."
"What else can we do?"
(p.103, l.21-24)

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Simon, walking in front of Ralph, felt a flicker of incredulity      a beast with claws that scratched, that sat on a mountain-top, that felt no tracks and yet was not fast enough to catch Samneric. However Simon thought of the beast, there rose before his inward sight the picture of human at one heroic and sick.
P. 99-100 l. 35-36 1- 4

Simon mumbled confusedly: " I don't believe in the beast."
P. 101  l. 18

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Roger and Ralph moved on, this time leaving Jack in the rear, for all his brave words. They came to the flat top where the rock was hard to hands and knees.

A creature that bulged.

Ralph put his hand in the cold, soft ashes of the fire and smothered a cry. His hand and shoulder were twitching from the unlooked-for contact. Green lights of nausea appeared for a moment and ate into the darkness. Roger lay behind him and Jack’s mouth was at his ear.

“Over there, where there used to be a gap in the rock. A sort of hump—see?”

Ashes blew into Ralph’s face from the dead fire. He could not see the gap or anything else, because the green lights were opening again and growing, and the top of the mountain was sliding sideways.

Once more, from a distance, he heard Jack’s whisper.

“Scared?”

Not scared so much as paralyzed; hung up there immovable on the top of a diminishing, moving mountain. Jack slid away from him, Roger bumped, fumbled with a hiss of breath, and passed onwards. He heard them whispering.

“Can you see anything?”

“There—”

In front of them, only three or four yards away, was a rock-like hump where no rock should be. Ralph could hear a tiny chattering noise coming from somewhere— perhaps from his own mouth. He bound himself together with his will, fused his fear and loathing into a hatred, and stood up. He took two leaden steps forward.

(p. 119 l. 9-36, p. 120 l. 1-7)

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"I said we could all do without a certain person. Now I say we got to decide on what can be done. And I think I could tell you what Ralph's going to say next. The most important thing on the island is the smoke and you cam't have no smoke without a fire."
Ralph made a restless movement.
"No go, Piggy. We've got no fire. That thing sits up there----- we'll have to stay here.
(Page 125, lines 17-23)

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"Maybe", he said hesitantly, "maybe there is a beast."
The assembly cried out savagely and Ralph stood up in amazement.
"You, Simon? You believe in this?"
"I don't know," said Simon.
(...)
"What I mean is... maybe it's only us."
"Nuts!"
That was from Piggy, shocked out of decorum. Simon went on.
"We could be sort of..."
Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind's essential illness.
[p. 86, l. 12-29]

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“Piggy took the conch out of his hands. His voice was indignant.
“I don’t believe in no ghosts - ever!”
[...]
A hushed and anonymus voice broke in.
“Perhaps that’s what the beast is - a ghost.”
The assembly was shaken as by a wind.”
(p. 87, l. 12-25)

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“Ralph thrust down the conch into Jack’s arms and sat down on the trunk.
“I’ve called an assembly,” said Jack, “because a lot of things. First - you know, we’ve seen the beast. We crawled up. We were only a few feet away. The beast sat up and looked at us. I don’t know what it does. We don’t even know what it is—“ “
(p. 122, l. 19-23)

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“ “Now listen. We might go later to the castle rock. But now I’m going to get more of the biguns away from the conch and all that. We’ll kill a pig and give a feast.” He paused and went on more slowly. “And about the beast. When we kill we’ll leave some of the kill for it. Then it won’t bother us, maybe.” “
(p. 129, l. 19-23)

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“Jack spoke in a whisper.
“Pick up the pig.”
Maurice and Robert skewered the carcass, lifted the dead weight, and stood ready. In the silence, and standing over the dry blood, they looked suddenly furtive.
Jack spoke loudly.
“This head is for the beast. It’s a gift.”
The silence accepted the gift and awed them. The head remained there, dim-eyed, grinning faintly, blood blackening between the teeth. All at once they were running away, as fast as they could, through the forest towards the open beach.”
(p. 132, l. 30 - p. 133, l. 4)

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“Simon saw a humped thing suddenly sit up on the top and look down at him. He hid his face, and toiled on.

The flies had found the figure too. The lifelike movement would scare them off for a moment so that they made a dark cloud round the head. Then as the blue material of the parachute collapsed the corpulent figure would bow forward, sighing, and the flies settle once more.

Simon felt his knees smack the rock. He crawled forward and soon he understood.

[...]

Simon, forgetful of the flies, shaded his eyes with both hands and peered at the smoke. Even at that distance it was possible to see that most of the boys - perhaps all the boys - were there. So they had shifted camp then, away from the beast. As Simon thought this, he turned to the poor broken thing that sat stinking by his side. The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible. He started down the mountain and his legs gave beneath him. Even with great care the best he could do was a stagger.”
(p. 141, l. 13 - p. 142, l. 4)

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But there isn't a beastie!"
"He says in the morning it turned into them things like ropes in the trees and hung in the branches. He says will it come back tonight?"
"But there isn't a beastie!"
There was no laughter at all now and more grave watching. Ralph pushed both hands through his hair and looked at the little boy in mixed amusement and exasperation.
Jack seized the conch.
"Ralph's right of course. There isn't a snake-thing. But if there was a snake we'd hunt it and kill it. We're going to hunt pigs to get meat for everybody. And we'll look for the snake too--"
"But there isn't a snake!"
"We'll make sure when we go hunting."
Ralph was annoyed and, for the moment, defeated. He felt himself facing something
ungraspable. The eyes that looked so intently at him were without humor. "But there isn't a beast!"
Something he had not known was there rose in him and compelled him to make the point, loudly and again.
"But I tell you there isn't a beast!"
The assembly was silent.
Ralph lifted the conch again and his good humor came back as he thought of what he
had to say next. p.35 l.16-p.36 l.3

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He says the beastie came in the dark." "Then he couldn't see it!"
Laughter and cheers.
"Did you hear that? Says he saw the thing in the dark--"
"He still says he saw the beastie. It came and went away again an' came back and wanted to eat him--"
"He was dreaming."
Laughing, Ralph looked for confirmation round the ring of faces. The older boys agreed; but here and there among the little ones was the doubt that required more than rational assurance.
"He must have had a nightmare. Stumbling about among all those creepers."
More grave nodding; they knew about nightmares. "He says he saw the beastie, the snake-thing, and will it come back tonight?" p.35 l.1-15

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"They talk and scream. The littluns. Even some of the others. As if--""As if it wasn't a good island."Astonished at the interruption, they looked up at Simon's serious face."As if," said Simon, "the beastie, the beastie or the snake-thing, was real. Remember?"The two older boys flinched when they heard the shameful syllable. Snakes were notmentioned now, were not mentionable."As if this wasn't a good island," said Ralph slowly. "Yes, that's right."(p.50, l. 11-20)

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"The beast comes out of the sea-"
"Out of the dark-"
"Trees-"
"Quiet!" shouted Jack. "You, listen. The beast is sitting up there,  whatever it is-"
"Perhabs it's waiting-"
"Hunting-"
"Yes, hunting."
"Hunting," said Jack. He remembered his age-old tremors in the forest.
"Yes. The beast is a hunter. Only-shut up!" The next thing is that we couldn't kill it. And the next is that Ralph said my hunters are no good."
"I never said that!"
"I've got the conch. Ralph thinks you're cowards, running away from the boar and the beast. And that's not all."
(p.122, l. 24-38)

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´´I´m going up the mountain.“

The words came from Jack viciously, as though they were a curse. He looked at Ralph, his thin body tensed, his spear held as if he threatened him.

´´I´m going up to look fort he beast-now.“

Then the supreme sting, the casual,bitter word.

´´Coming?“

At that word the other boys forgot their urge to be gone and turned back to sample this fresh rub oft wo spirits in the dark.
(page 116 l. 6-14)

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"Ralph! Wake up!"
The leaves were roaring like the sea.
"Ralph, wake up !"
"What's the matter ?"
"We saw-"
"-the beast-"
"-plain!"
"Who are you? The twins?"
" We saw the beast-"
"Quiet. Piggy!"
Teh leaves were roaring still. Piggy bumped into him and a twin grabbed him as he made for the oblong of paling stars.
"You can't go out-it's horrible!"
"Piggy we are the spears?"
"I can hear the-"
(p.95 l. 22-35)

"We' ve seen the beast with our own eyes."  (p.96 l.29)

"There was something miving behind his head- wings. The beast moved too." (l.32+33)

"There were eyes-"
"Teeth-"
"Claws-" (p.97 l.1-5)

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-"The beast was on its knees in the centre, its arms folded over its face. It was crying out against the abominable noise [...]" p.147 l.12-14
-"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!" p.146 l.31

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- "The shrill screaming that rose before the beast was like a pain." (p. 147, l. 5)

- "Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!" (p. 147, l. 7&10)

- "At once the crowd surged after it, poured down the rock, leapt on to the beast, screamed, struck, bit, tore." (p. 147, l. 15)

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"So this is a meeting to find out what's what. I'll tell you what's what. You littluns started all this, with the fear talk. Beasts! Where from? Of course we're frightened sometimes but we put up with being frightened. Only Ralph says you scream in the night. What does that mean but nightmares? Anyway, you don't hunt or build or help--you're a lot of cry-babies and sissies. That's what. And as for the fear--you'll have to put up with that like the rest of us."
Ralph looked at Jack open-mouthed, but Jack took no notice.
"The thing is--fear can't hurt you any more than a dream. There aren't any beasts to be afraid of on this island." He looked along the row of whispering littluns. "Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies! But there is no animal--"
Ralph interrupted him testily.
"What is all this? Who said anything about an animal?"
"You did, the other day. You said they dream and cry out. Now they talk--not only the
littluns, but my hunters sometimes--talk of a thing, a dark thing, a beast, some sort of animal. I've heard. You thought not, didn't you? Now listen. You don't get big animals on small islands. Only pigs. You only get lions and tigers in big countries like Africa and India--"
"And the Zoo--"
"I've got the conch. I'm not talking about the fear. I'm talking about the beast. Be frightened if you like. But as for the beast--"
Jack paused, cradling the conch, and turned to his hunters with their dirty black caps. "Am I a hunter or am I not?"
They nodded, simply. He was a hunter all right. No one doubted that.
"Well then--I've been all over this island. By myself. If there were a beast I'd have seen
it. Be frightened because you're like that--but there is no beast in the forest." p.80 l.10-p.81 l.13

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"The beast had teeth," said Ralph, "and big black eyes".
He shuddered violently. Piggy took off his one round glass and polished the surface.
"What are we going to do?"
Ralph turned towards the platform. The conch glimmered among the trees, a white blob against the place where the sun would rise. He pushed back his mop.
"I don't know."
He remembered the panic flight down the mountain-side.
"I don't think we'd ever fight a thing that size, honestly, you know. We'd talk but we would'nt fight a tiger. We'd hide. Even Jack'ud hide."
Jack still looked at the sand.
(p.121, l.13-24)

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"Where could a beast live?"
"Beast my foot!"
Percival muttered something and the assembly laughed again. Ralph leaned forward.
"What does he say?"
Jack listened to Percival's answer and then let go of him. Percival, released, surrounded by the comfortable presence of humans, fell in the long grass and went to sleep.
Jack clesred his throat then resported casually.
"He says the beast comes out of the sea".
(p.85, l.9-18)

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"The small boy held out his hands for the conch and the assembly shouted withlaughter; at once he snatched back his hands and started to cry."Let him have the conch!" shouted Piggy. "Let him have it!"At last Ralph induced him to hold the shell but by then the blow of laughter had takenaway the child's voice. Piggy knelt by him, one hand on the great shell, listening andinterpreting to the assembly."He wants to know what you're going to do about the snake-thing."Ralph laughed, and the other boys laughed with him. The small boy twisted furtherinto himself."Tell us about the snake-thing.""Now he says it was a beastie.""Beastie?''"A snake-thing. Ever so big. He saw it.""Where?""In the woods."Either the wandering breezes or perhaps the decline of the sun allowed a little coolnessto lie under the trees. The boys felt it and stirred restlessly."You couldn't have a beastie, a snake-thing, on an island this size," Ralph explainedkindly. "You only get them in big countries, like Africa, or India."Murmur; and the grave nodding of heads."He says the beastie came in the dark." (p. 34, l. 12-p. 35, l.1)

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“I’ve called an assembly, “ said Jack, “because of a lot of things. First —you know you, we’ve seen the beast. We crawled up. We were only a few feet away. The beast sat up und looked at us. I don’t what it does. We don’t even know what it is—-“ “The beast comes out of the sea—-“ “Out of the dark—-“ “ Trees—“  “Quiet!” shouted Jack. “You, listen. The beast is sitting up there, whatever it is—“ “Perhaps  it’s waiting——“ “ Hunting——“ “Yes, hunting.” “Hunting,” said Jack. He remembered his age-old tremors in the forest. “Yes. The beast is a hunter. Only—shut up! The next thing is that we couldn’t kill it. And the next thing is that Ralph said my hunters are no good.” “I never said that!” “I’ve got the consh. Ralph thinks you’re cowards, running away from the boar and the beast. And that’s not at all.”[p. 122, l. 20-38]