—FromLordoftheFlies(Chapter8)
WilliamGolding
, dim-eyed, grinningfaintly, , asfastastheycould, throughtheforesttowardtheopenbeach.
Simonstayedwherehewas, asmallbrownimage, ’.
“Iknowthat.”
, ignoringtheflies, thespilledguts, evenignoringtheindignityofbeingspikedonastick.
Helookedaway, lickinghisdrylips.
? Thehead, hethought, , saidtheheadsilently, —whyshouldyoubother? Youwerejustwrong, that’, somethingyouate, , child, saidtheheadsilently.
Simonlookedup, feelingtheweightofhiswethair, , foronce, wereclouds, greatbulgingtowersthatsproutedawayovertheisland, ; theysqueezed, producedmomentbymomentthisclose, , carefullykeepinghiseyesshut, , , ; andinfrontofSimon, ; sawthewhiteteethanddimeyes, theblood—andhisgazewasheldbythatancient, ’srighttemple, apulsebegantobeatonthebrain.
“Youareasillylittleboy,”saidtheLordoftheFlies, “justanignorant, sillylittleboy.”
Simonmovedhisswollentonguebutsaidnothing.
“Don’tyouagree?”saidtheLordoftheFlies.“Aren’tyoujustasillylittleboy?”
Simonansweredhiminthesamesilentvoice.
“Wellthen,”saidtheLordoftheFlies, “you’’’twantRalphtothinkyou’rebatty, doyou? YoulikeRalphalot, don’tyou? AndPiggy, andJack?”
Simon’.
“Whatareyoudoingouthereallalone? Aren’tyouafraidofme?”
Simonshook.
“Thereisn’’mtheBeast.”
Simon’smouthlabored, broughtforthaudiblewords.
“Pig’sheadonastick.”
“FancythinkingtheBeastwassomethingyoucouldhuntandkill!”.“Youknew, didn’tyou? I’mpartofyou? Close, close, close! I’mthereasonwhyit’snogo? Whythingsarewhattheyare?”
Thelaughtershiveredagain.
