As
Ralph walks along the beach, he thinks about how much of life is an improvisation
and about how a considerable part of one’s waking life is spent watching one’s
feet. Ralph is frustrated with his hair, which is now long, mangy, and always
manages to fall in front of his eyes. He decides to call a meeting to attempt
to bring the group back into line. Late in the evening, he blows the conch
shell, and the boys gather on the beach.
At the
meeting place, Ralph grips the conch shell and berates the boys for their
failure to uphold the group’s rules. They have not done anything required of
them: they refuse to work at building shelters, they do not gather drinking
water, they neglect the signal fire, and they do not even use the designated
toilet area. He restates the importance of the signal fire and attempts to
allay the group’s growing fear of beasts and monsters. The littluns, in
particular, are increasingly plagued by nightmare visions. Ralph says there are
no monsters on the island. Jack likewise maintains that there is no beast,
saying that everyone gets frightened and it is just a matter of putting up with
it. Piggy seconds Ralph’s rational claim, but a ripple of fear runs through the
group nonetheless.
One of
the littluns speaks up and claims that he has actually seen a beast. When the
others press him and ask where it could hide during the daytime, he suggests
that it might come up from the ocean at night. This previously unthought-of
explanation terrifies all the boys, and the meeting plunges into chaos.
Suddenly, Jack proclaims that if there is a beast, he and his hunters will hunt
it down and kill it. Jack torments Piggy and runs away, and many of the other
boys run after him. Eventually, only Ralph, Piggy, and Simon are left. In the
distance, the hunters who have followed Jack dance and chant.
Piggy
urges Ralph to blow the conch shell and summon the boys back to the group, but
Ralph is afraid that the summons will go ignored and that any vestige of order
will then disintegrate. He tells Piggy and Simon that he might relinquish
leadership of the group, but his friends reassure him that the boys need his
guidance. As the group drifts off to sleep, the sound of a littlun crying
echoes along the beach.
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