I find it very difficult to talk here now because I'm watching the sea all the time. The sea always makes me watch it all the time. I've spent hours and hours not just on the sea but just watching wave after wave come in. If it's an image of anything$$$ I think it's an image of our own unconscious$$$ the unconscious of our own minds... or you can put it the other way around$$$ and that is that we have a sea in us. After all$$$ we are sea creatures that learnt to walk on the land$$$ are we not? And perhaps one way or another we go back to it.
Then$$$ amid the roar of bees in the afternoon sunlight$$$ Simon found for the fruit they could not reach . . . passed them back down to the endless$$$ outstretched hands.
I got this to say: you are acting like a crowd of kids.
The three boys stood in the darkness$$$ striving unsuccessfully to convey the majesty of adult life
The officer grinned cheerfully at Ralph. 'We saw your smoke. What have you been doing? Having a war or something?' Ralph nodded. The officer inspected the little scarecrow in front of him. The kid needed a bath$$$ a haircut$$$ a nose-wipe and a good deal of ointment. 'Nobody killed$$$ I hope? Any dead bodies?' 'Only two. And they've gone.' The officer leaned down and looked closely at Ralph. 'Two? Killed?' Ralph nodded again. Behind him$$$ the whole island was shuddering with flame.
What did it mean? A stick sharpened at both ends. What was there in that?
It seems to me that we do live in two worlds... there is this physical one$$$ which is coherent$$$ and there is the spiritual one$$$ which to the average man with his flashes of religious experience$$$ is very often incoherant. This experience of having two worlds to live in all the time$$$ or not all the time$$$ is a vital one$$$ and is what living is like.
He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true; but they were human and the ambushing fears of the deep night were coming on. Ralph moaned faintly. Tired though he was$$$ he could not relax and fall into a well of sleep for fear of the tribe. Lying there in the darkness$$$ he knew he was an outcast. "Cos I had some sense."
A single drop of water that had escaped Piggy's fingers now flashed on the delicate curve like a star.
Who would sharpen a point against the darkness of the world?