Lord of the Flies
Chapter 3
Huts on the Beach
Jack’s Adventure
I truly don’t believe in shelter at the moment. Hunting is for glory, for food, for meat its way more important than shelter, let everybody lie under the stars; it doesn’t hurt that much to not be protected from the elements. I can hear voices in my head, susurrations to me! Some jobs are hunting, building shelters, looking out for rescue ships, getting dry logs to the fireplace. I’m not surprised how the boys are too lazy to work; they would rather relax, play or swim rather than put up with hard work. Even though the boys stopped hunting to go swimming, I want to hunt until I get what I’m looking for; I am rapt in the spirit of the hunt! I’m not sure what would be best for survival, but I want to kill I want to hunt! Simon is just Simon, he faints a lot, I don’t really like him, but I also don’t have any problems with him.
I’m not sure about how likely it is that well get rescued. We might get rescued, we might not. I have mixed feelings about this. While I know that if I stay here, I will finally get to kill a pig. What I’m worried about is that when I’m hunting, I have the weirdest feeling that I’m somehow hunted. I wonder if it has anything to do with the “beast”. I wonder how long it is before the truth about the “beast” is reveled. This period of time, I had some conflict with Ralph, he does not understand how I need to kill, he knows nothing about my compulsion, and he doesn’t understand that we need the meat! He thinks I can’t hunt, he might even mock me! Ralph believes in shelter, I disagree with shelter, I really want to hunt! Although I respect Ralph, he is really pushing it by arguing with me! I hope soon Ralph will show me that he is contrite about our disagreement! Now what really annoys me is Ralph doesn’t understand my vicissitudes of hunting!
Chapter 3
Huts on the Beach
Jack’s Adventure
I truly don’t believe in shelter at the moment. Hunting is for glory, for food, for meat its way more important than shelter, let everybody lie under the stars; it doesn’t hurt that much to not be protected from the elements. I can hear voices in my head, susurrations to me! Some jobs are hunting, building shelters, looking out for rescue ships, getting dry logs to the fireplace. I’m not surprised how the boys are too lazy to work; they would rather relax, play or swim rather than put up with hard work. Even though the boys stopped hunting to go swimming, I want to hunt until I get what I’m looking for; I am rapt in the spirit of the hunt! I’m not sure what would be best for survival, but I want to kill I want to hunt! Simon is just Simon, he faints a lot, I don’t really like him, but I also don’t have any problems with him.
I’m not sure about how likely it is that well get rescued. We might get rescued, we might not. I have mixed feelings about this. While I know that if I stay here, I will finally get to kill a pig. What I’m worried about is that when I’m hunting, I have the weirdest feeling that I’m somehow hunted. I wonder if it has anything to do with the “beast”. I wonder how long it is before the truth about the “beast” is reveled. This period of time, I had some conflict with Ralph, he does not understand how I need to kill, he knows nothing about my compulsion, and he doesn’t understand that we need the meat! He thinks I can’t hunt, he might even mock me! Ralph believes in shelter, I disagree with shelter, I really want to hunt! Although I respect Ralph, he is really pushing it by arguing with me! I hope soon Ralph will show me that he is contrite about our disagreement! Now what really annoys me is Ralph doesn’t understand my vicissitudes of hunting!
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