Thomas Magby (15:37)
The fainty boy. He's actually gone up and explored a little bit and he finds the body and realizes that it's not a beast, right? He is, he is seen like it's just an airman who's tangled up. And he sort of like fiddles with the wires and then the wind takes the body out to sea. So he knows what's going on. But at this point, Jack has basically said he made a bid for chief right after they saw the beast and said, like, I can take care of this. Who wants me as chief? And no one raised their hand. So he got mad, he ran off. He said, screw you guys, I'm going to go hunting. And you know, if I find the beast, I'll kill it. And if you want to be part of my tribe, you can. And a bunch of people leave and sort of like disappear over time and go over to Jack's tribe. So now Jack has a bunch of followers. They hunt, they find a pig and he sets up this little head. And I'm going to read the section where Simon, who is returning from having, you know, freed the airman, encounters the beast. Let's see. Okay. Simon stayed where he was, a small brown image concealed by the leaves. Even if he shut his eyes, the sow's head still remained like an afterimage. The half shut eyes were dim. With the infinite cynicism of adult life, they assured Simon that everything was a bad business. I know that, said Simon. Simon discovered that he had spoken aloud. He opened his eyes quickly, and there was the Head, grinning amusedly in the strange daylight, ignoring the flies, the spilled guts, even ignoring the indignity of being spiked on a stick. He looked away, licking his dry lips. A gift for the beast. Might not the beast come for it? The Head, he thought, appeared to agree with him. Run away, said the Head silently. Go back to the others. It was a joke, really. Why should you bother? You were just wrong, that's all. A little headache, something you ate, perhaps? Go back, child, said the Head silently. Simon looked up, feeling the weight of his wet hair, and gazed at the sky. Up there for once were clouds, great bulging towers that sprouted away over the island, gray and cream and copper colored. The clouds were sitting on the land. They squeezed, produced moment by moment, this close, tormenting heat. Even the butterflies deserted the open space where the obscene thing grinned and dripped. Simon lowered his head carefully, keeping his eyes shut, then sheltered them with his hand. There were no shadows under the trees, but everywhere a pearly stillness, so that there was. So that what was real seemed elusive without definition. So it talks about the flies, et cetera, et cetera. And then it sort of flashes back to what's going on ashore, and I want to get back to the next chunk of Simon, okay? You are a silly little boy, said the Lord of the Flies. Just an ignorant, silly little boy. And as the Lord of the Flies, this pig head on a stick talks to Simon. Piggy and Ralph have decided that maybe they would like to go and enjoy some of the meat with all of the other boys that Jack has sort of gathered. Like, you know, if you guys want, you can come to a feast. But it's my tribe. And you know, he's got a painted face which kind of allows him to sort of do what he wants to, you know, it hides the real Jack. And so now he's like Painted Jack, and he can do whatever he likes. So back to Simon, just an ignorant, silly little boy. Simon moved his swollen tug, but said nothing. Don't you agree? Said the Lord of the Flies. Aren't you just a silly little boy? Simon answered him in the same silent voice. Well then, said the Lord of the Flies, you'd better run off and play with the others. They think you're batty. You don't want Ralph to think you're batty, do you? You like Ralph a lot, don't you and Piggy and Jack. Simon's head was tilted slightly up. His eyes could not break away, and the Lord of the Flies hung in space before him. What are you doing out here alone? Aren't you afraid of me? Simon shook. There isn't anyone to help you. Only me. And I'm the beast. Simon's mouth, labored, brought forth audible words. Pig's head on a stick. Fancy thinking the beast was something you could hunt and kill, said the head. For a moment or two, the forest and all the other dimly appreciated places echoed with a parody of laughter. You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you. Close, close, close. I'm the reason why it's no go. Why things are what they are. The laughter shivered again. Come now, said the Lord of the Flies. Get back to the others and we'll forget the whole thing. Simon's head wobbled. His eyes were half closed, as though he were imitating the obscene thing on a stick. He knew that one of his times was coming on. The Lord of the Flies was expanding like a balloon. This is ridiculous. You know perfectly well you'll only meet me down there, so don't try to escape. Simon's body was arched and stiff. The Lord of the Flies spoke in the voice of a schoolmaster. This has gone quite far enough. My poor misguided child. Do you think you know better than I do? There was a pause. I'm warning you. I'm going to get angry. Do you see? You're not wanted. Understand? We are going. Oh, we are going to have fun on this island. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island. So don't try it on. Poor misguided boy. Or else. Simon found he was looking into a vast mouth. There was blackness within, a blackness that spread. Or else, said the Lord of the Flies, we shall. Do you see? Jack and Roger and Maurice and Robert and Bill and Piggy and Ralph. Do you see? Simon was inside the mouth. He fell down and lost consciousness. So he passes out again. So that's the. That's the moment with the pig. So the boys are down feasting on the pig carcass, and Simon is now running with the news of the beast down to the other boys. They have finished, kind of, and the boys sort of do their dance to feel better about things. After the feast, they start to dance around saying, kill the beast. Slit its throat. Spill its blood. And Simon comes wobbling out of the forest. In the black night. The circle opens. He stumbles to the middle and starts yelling something about a Dead airman. And in their crazed, you know, dance, all of the boys decide to kill the beast. And they start beating him and punching him and poking him with things, and he dies. And then the sea takes the body away in the evening. Ralph and Piggy took part in this. They like to say that they were on the outside of the circle or they left early. And again, it's one of those things that they did that nobody likes to think about. And Jack has now said, I have my tribe. You are not part of the tribe. So it's Piggy. Ralph and Sam and Eric are sort of the only big ones left of the original tribe of what they had decided to do. Jack realizes they need fire to roast pig if they get it. And so they lead a night raid and steal Piggy's specs. So now poor Piggy can't see, they can't keep the fire going, and that's not a great thing. And so the original four go to get those specs back. And as they go, they come up to the other tribe, has taken refuge in that big pink rock with that fort that they had found earlier. And they. They have wedged. Made a lever action to sort of like dump boulders down on anyone who comes nearby. Like, it's very combative. And as they go, Roger, one of the students or one of the kids in the tribe, in the middle of the fight, as they, as sort of Jack and Ralph fight with sticks, and they're trying to, you know, sort this out the way boys do. He tilts the lever and the giant boulder comes crashing down, brushes against Piggy, who can't see, breaks the conch, the conch shell, and knocks Piggy off of a cliff. And he falls 40ft to his death. And then they take Sam and Eric hostage, and there are threats, and Ralph runs off. And the next day he comes back to try to, you know, make peace. He sees that Sam and Eric are the ones watching the gate. He talks to them like, you gotta. You gotta get out of here, man. Like, tomorrow we're gonna hunt you. Like, that's what we're doing. He has made that clear. We are going to hunt you, and we are, you know, we're gonna cover the entire island in a big line of kids. There's no way you're getting away from this. So he tells them where he'll be hiding and asks them to steer them away. They don't do it. They eventually are forced to tell. And the. The tribe lights a fire near where he's hiding to kind of try to get him out. And that fire spreads and eventually the whole island is on fire. And they have thrown a spear at him. They threw it at him in the first encounter and like, grazed his ribs. So he takes off. And as he reaches the far end of the island where the fire has now taken over most of it, it's burning all the fruit trees, it's burning everything. The pigs are running. He encounters a naval seaman who has seen the fire from this giant burning island and has arrived. And all of the boys run up and they all sort of dissolve into tears and apparently they are saved. So that's the story of the book. Thoughts so far?