We’ve been hunting and don’t find anything; maybe cause
there isn’t anything?! I don’t even know if that is a question or a statement.
I don’t even know what to think about this beast. I’m hungry, I want to cut my
hair and take a decent bath like I did back in England. The bad thing is that
I’ve become used to the conditions of filthiness; it’s like if it were normal.
I find myself missing England, my precious home, more than ever now that I’m
watching the vast ocean that extends miles and miles away; it’s like if I was
daydreaming about my memories. I hope Granny and Mother are all right, and
Father, and that the war is coming to an end. Somehow, Simon notices my
nostalgia and comforts me “You’ll get back all right… You’ll get back to where
you came from.” I know maybe it’s not true but I do feel better, Simon has his
ways – he seems to have a special connection with everything and every one. But
for some reason he only says that I’ll get
back all right; not him or the rest of them; who knows?
I’ll get back to where
I came from.
Something amazing happens, maybe I shouldn’t have done it
but I felt so happy and proud: I hit the snout of the boar we are attacking
with my spear. I suddenly feel like I can do something good, something that
Jack finds good; maybe hunting isn’t so bad after all –or is it? I do feel kind
of guilty later when we attack Robert as if he were the pig. I have to confess
that I did behave a little savage and wild, but only a little! I kind of
understand Jack now, it sort of gets into you, the whole idea of hunting.
It’s getting dark now, we better go up the mountain and look
for that beast… HOLY SHIT!!! THE BEAST! The beast is there on the tree. I find
myself terrified by this specter that sits like a giant ape, and run along with
the rest towards the littleuns and Piggy. We’ve seen the beast; it does exist.
-Ralph
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