CHAPTER 1

Perhaps there arent any grown-ups anywhere P12 the delight of a realized ambition overcame him -> in relation to no grown-ups around P12 on account of my asthma -> piggy physically challenged P13 The sand was thick over his black shoes and the heat hit him P15 lugged off his shorts and pants, and stood there naked P15 Wild humans His only clean digit, a pink thumb, slid into his mouth Reverting to a baby. P25 we ought to have a chief to decide things. Pg29 The toy of voting was almost as pleasing as the conch.P30 Vote for chief He was intimidated by this uniformly superiority and the offhand authority in Merridews voice. The choir civilised, having strong order and structure. P28 Well get food, cried Jack. Hunt. Catch things . . . until they fetch us.- Jack revealing his love of hunting P.39 They knew very well why he hadnt: because of the enormity of the knife descending and cutting into living flesh; because of the unbearable blood. Jacks failure to kill a pig

CHAPTER 2
Were on an uninhabited island with no other people on it. The island is confirmed empty P43 All the same you need an army- for hunting. Hunting pigs----- Jack, once again showing his love for hunting. P43 Well have rules! he cried excitedly. Lots of rules! Then when anyone breaks em--- Jack still believes in rules and is kind of excited about the fact of punishing people. P 44 He wants to know what youre going to do about the snake-thing. Snake-thing representing evil P.47 Ralphs right of course. There isnt a snake-thing. But if there was a snake wed hunt it and kill it. Jack using fear to his advantage to gain support of the littluns. Again, he mentions hunting. P48 So we must make smoke on top of the mountain. We must make a fire. Ralph deciding the need of a fire for passing ships P.49 His specs use them as burning glasses! The method for them to start a fire. P52 The conch doesnt count on top of the mountain, said Jack, o you shut up.- Jack breaking a rule. Showing his dominance over the area on the top of the mountain. P54 I agree with Ralph. Weve got to have rules and obey them. After all, were not savages. Were English; and the English are best at everything. So weve got to do the right things. Confirming that they were English. Believed in a society governed by rules that are enforced. Ironic how Jack fall into savagery. Contrasts the Coral Island. P55 That little un- gasped Piggy him with the mark on his face, I dont see him. Where is he now? there was more than two deaths. P.60

CHAPTER 3
Then dog-like, uncomfortably on all fours yet unheeding his discomfort, he stole forward five yards and stopped. Jack described like a wild animal. P.61 and breathed in gently with flared nostrils, assessing the current of warm air for information. Th forest and he were very still. Jack becoming one with nature. P.62 They were bright blue, eyes that in this frustration seemed bolting and nearly mad. Theres more to it. Jack appearing wild. P.62 became less a hunter than a furtive thing, ape-like among the tangle of trees. Jack reverting to apes. P.62 From the pig-run came the quick, hard patter of hoofs, a castanet sound, seductive, maddeningthe promise of meat. Jack is controlled by his want for meat. P.63 He tried to convey the compulsion to track down and kill that was swallowing him up. Jack going crazy, lust to kill. P.65 Jack drew up his legs, clasped his knees, and frowned in an effort to attain clarity. Jack struggling to be in order, to be humane. P67 as if somethings behind you all the time in the jungle. Jack gaining animal instincts. P67 The best thing we can do is get ourselves rescued. Still see the hope of rescue P.67 (Ralph) Jack had to think for a moment before he could remember what rescue was. Evident that Jack has already forgotten about rescue and doesnt mind staying on the island. P.67 [More to it] We could steal up on one paint our faces so they wouldnt see perhaps surround them and then Thoughts of using paint, to hide themselves. Give them a new persona. P.68 They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling, unable to communicate. Golding contrasting the two. P70 Page 70 Simon Description I Page 71+72 -> Simon + Nature

CHAPTER 4
They accepted the pleasures of morning, the bright sun, the whelming sea and sweet air, as a time when play was good and life so full that hope was not necessary and therefore forgotten. The relief of day. Forgetting their troubles. P73 Strange things happen at midday. P.73 He was also a distant relative of that other boy whose mulberry-marked face had not been seen since the evening of the great fire; but he was not old enough to understand this, and if he had been told that the other boy had gone home in an aircraft, he would have accepted the statement without fuss or disbelief.-About Henry, the boys not understanding/immature. P.75 Roger stooped, picked up a stone, aimed, and threw it at Henrythrew it to miss. Roger still sane. Still had the will to hit someone but kept from it. P78 Yet there was a space round Henry, perhaps six yards in diameter, into which he dare not throw. P78 Round the squatting child was the protection of parents and school and policemen and the law. Roger still bounded by laws and regulations. P78 For hunting. Like in the war. You knowdazzle paint. Like things trying to look like something else ---- Boys putting on clay P79 He began to dance and his laughter became bloodthirsty snarling. the mask was a thin on its own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-consciousness. P.80

Piggy wore the remainders of a pair of shorts, his fat body was golden brown, and the glasses still flashed when he looked at anything. P81 There had grown up tacitly amount the biguns the opinion that Piggy was an outsider, not only by accent, which did not matter, but by fat, and ass-mar, and specs, and a certain disinclination for manual labour. P81 The fire was dead. They saw that straight away; saw what they had really known down on the beach when the smoke of home had beckoned. The fire was right out, smokeless and dead; the watchers were gone. A pile of unused fuel lay ready. P85 Jack easily, even at the distance, tall, red-haired, and inevitable leading the procession. P86 Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood. P86 Jack, proudly, and yet twitched as he said it. Jack having contrasted appearances P87 There was lashings of blood, said Jack, laughing and shuddering, you should have seen it! Jack slowly becoming insane with still a bit of humanity left in him. P87 You and your blood, Jack Merridew! You and your hunting! We might have gone home ---- The truthful fact that an opportunity to be rescued passed them due to hunting P88 The two boys faced each other. There was the brilliant world of hunting, tactics, fierce exhilaration, skill; and there was the world of longing and baffled common-sense. Golding contrasting the two leaders. P89 The bolting look came into his blue eyes. He took a step, and able to at last to hit someone, stuck his fist into Piggys stomach. Piggy sat down with a grunt. Jack stood over him. His voice was vicious with humiliation. P89 Then Jack leapt to his feet, slashed off a great hunk of meat, and flung it down at Simons feet. Jack acts like the owner of dogs. Flinging meat at Simon. P92 Numberless and inexpressible frustrations combined to make his rage elemental and aweinspiring. Jacks visual appearance and rage during his speech of getting them meat. P93 CHAPTER 5 The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise. P97 This made you think; because thought was a valuable thing, that got results. . . . P97 We have lots of assemblies. Everybody enjoys speaking and being together. We decide things. P99 Weve got to make smoke up there or die. P101 Things are breaking up. I dont understand why. We began well; we were happy. P102 Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankinds essential illness. P111 The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away. P113 The rules! shouted Ralph, youre breaking the rules! P114 the rules are the only thing weve got! P114

CHAPTER 6 We dont need the conch anymore. Jack P126

CHAPTER 7 The desire to squeeze and hunt was over-mastering. P143 (coming from ralph)

CHAPTER 11

Which is better-to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill. Pg 222 Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up? P222

Chapter 12 What was the sensible thing to do? There was no Piggy to talk sense. There was no solemn assembly for debate nor dignity of conch. P241