The next morning Ralph and I try to light the fire without
my glasses. It’s a hopeless attempt. I encourage Ralph to call and assembly and
decide what to do, and as I thought, the remaining boys decide to confront
Jack and his tribe and demand for my glasses because what’s right’s right.
When we get to Castle Rock, we meet with armed guards––ready to
attack at any moment. Since Ralph took the conch, he blows it, hoping that this
might bring some sense into the lost group of English schoolboys––but it's in
vane: they’re no longer the boys I met the first day at the assembly. There’s
not a trace of what they used to be: humans.
When Jack emerges from the forest with a group of hunters,
immediately, Ralph and Jack face off. As if to enrage Ralph even more––Jack,
the chief––tells his tribe to tie Samneric together. I’m not surprised it worked so
easily, they quickly engage in a wrestle while I try to stop it, but they can
barely hear me over the savage brawl. I have the conch in my hands and I speak
the truth. I ask them directly what they would prefer, to have laws and agree
or to hunt and kill? I find it rather incredible then, in that moment, when
everything that has been taught to you while growing up, that has made you who
you are is gone––and even in this desperate attempt to bring it back, it doesn’t
come back. The conch shakes in my hand and I can’t see anything, I’m scared as I
hear Ralph’s shriek and then…. Nothing. Black.
The lord of the flies has won; now I’m gone, but I hope that
Ralph makes it out ok, I have faith.
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