70 likes | 175 Views
lord of the flies. By : Erin Pyle. They were regarding him gravely, not yet troubled by any doubts about his sufficiency. Ralph pushed the idiot hair out of his eyes and looked at Piggy.
E N D
lord of the flies By : Erin Pyle
They were regarding him gravely, not yet troubled by any doubts about his sufficiency. Ralph pushed the idiot hair out of his eyes and looked at Piggy.
He examined his bitten nail closely and watched the little globe of blood that gathered where the quick was gnawed away.
The pigs lay, bloated bags of fat, sensuously enjoying the shadows under the trees. There was no wind and they were unsuspicious: and practice had made jack silent as the shadows.
“You don’t think he’s climbing the mountain?” Piggy broke into noisy laughter and took more fruit. “He might be.” He gulped his mouthful. “He’s cracked.”
Ralph and Piggy lay in the sand, gazing at the fire and idly flicking pebbles into its smokeless heart.