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• Ch1- you could see that he might make a boxer…eyes that proclaimed no devil 
• Ch1- seems to me we ought to have a chief to decide things 
• Ch1- with the directness of genuine leadership
• Ch2- the simple statement, unbacked by any proof but the weight of Ralph’s new authority, brought light and happiness 
• Ch2- the assembly was lifted toward safety by his words 
• Ch5- how can we ever be rescued except by luck, if we don’t keep a fire going?
• Ch5- you voted me chief. Now you do what i say
• Ch1- uniformed superiority and the offhand authority in Merridew’s voice 
• Ch2- the conch doesn’t count on top of the mountain…so you shut up
• Ch4- i painted my face-i stole up. Now you eat-all of you-and i
• Ch5- if jack was chief he’d have all hunting and no fire. We’d be here till we died 
• Ch1- he was shorter than the fair boy and very fat 
• Ch1- the fat boy’s grunts 
• Ch1- nobody don’t know we’re here
•  he was the only boy on the island whose hair never seemed to grow (Piggy)
• Piggy was an outsider…by fat,by ass-mar,and specs,and a certain disinclination for manual labour 
• Ch1- furtive boy…inner intensity of avoidance and secrecy (Roger)
• Ch1-they breathed together, they grinned together (SnE)
• Ch2- roger took the conch and looked round at them gloomily…we’ll never be rescued 
•  roger led the way straight through the castles, kicking them over, burying the flowers, scattering the chosen stones 
• Ch4- roger’s arm was conditioned by a civilisation that knew nothing of him and was in ruins
• Ch4- passions beat about simon on the mountaintop with awful wings 
• Ch5- simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness 
• Ch1- he shouted an order and they halted (J) 
• Ch1- this was the voice of one who knew his own mind (J) 
• Ch3- the best we can do is get ourselves rescued
• Ch4- jack was powerless and raged without knowing why 
• Ch1- the enormity of the knife descending and cutting into living flesh; because of the unbearable blood 
• Ch2- ralph and jack looked at each other while society paused about them
• Ch3- he tried to convey the compulsion to track down and kill 
• Ch4- he began to dance and his laughter became a bloodthirsty snarling 
• Ch4- kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood 
• Ch8- Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! 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? 
• Ch5- He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again. 
• Ch4- he looked in astonishment, no longer at himself but at an awesome stranger
• Ch4- the mask was a thing on its own, behind which Jack hid liberated from shame and self-consciousness 
• Ch4- they cried for their mothers less often than might have been expected
• Ch2- we’ve got to have more rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re english, and the english are best at everything 
• Ch2- altos, you can keep the fire going this week, and trebles the next 
• Ch5- the world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away