Lord of the Flies
Chapter 10 - The Shell and the Glasses
"The Afterthought"
Perspective: Simon
I remember. They came upon me with lust in their cold, impervious eyes. Their gaze was saturated with repulsion and hatred. Fingers reached, teeth grinded. A chant hummed in the background. Then Ralph’s and Piggy’s faces in the mob. I shouted to them, they needed to know about the dead man. But then, the fall. The pain came and enveloped my body and I thought that there could be no worse pain than the one that paralyzed me. But I was wrong. There was still the boys, determined to kill the beast. They threw themselves on me and all I could do was lay on the damp, grainy sand and let them tea me apart.
I never gave much consideration to how I would die, but when I did picture my death, it was in a train crash, or by the means of a fatal disease. Being tortured and killed by people I knew, and might even consider friends, never came to mind. Now I watch what happens on the island. I hover above the deceiving place in all it’s picturesque beauty like a bird and see everything and anything, but no one seems to see me.
I heard Ralph and Piggy talking about the night I died, and for a moment I felt revulsion in the pit of my stomach towards them. They were covered in translucent, purple bruises – evidence that they participated in the savagery of Jack’s wild dance. They were cautious of admitting that they partook in the bloody event, and insisted that they left early to Sam and Eric, who as well seemed to have convinced themselves that they held no part in it.
Jack was the opposite. He had adjusted himself to being chief and acted like a king, ordering other boys around and sitting apart from the rest of the boys he had recruited in a cave near Castle Rock. He is a very different leader than Ralph. Ralph never beat up littluns, but a littlun called Wilfred lay on the cold, hard, rock floor, whimpering.
He held a meeting like the ones Ralph had held many times before, but it was on much darker topics. Unlike Ralph, Piggy, Sam, and Eric, Jack openly admitted that he took part in what he thought was injuring the beast, but was really my murder. He told the boys there that the beast was in disguise, so he must not have been completely blinded as to not recognize me. Even though Jack believed that he hurt the beast that was disguised as me, if I had killed anything that even slightly looked like a human being, I would be entirely guilt ridden. It shows how much Jack and all the other boys are controlled by the repulsive,
theological beast: mankind’s essential illness. It lies in everyone, waiting for a chance to unleash its full potential. It has been in the minds of some of these boys to long, I am afraid that they will never be
purged in these conditions.
Jack also planned to steal the coveted fire from Ralph’s tribe. I witnessed three boys creep up to the site of Ralph’s tribe on bare feet. Their faces were painted charcoal black to blend in with the threatening feeling of the night. They realized straight away that there was no fire by the absence of the flickering embers. They proceeded to the shelters, trying to make as little noise as possible, but occasionally a crack of a twig or the crunch of the sand slipped through. I heard a rustling inside one of the shelters as someone woke up. They whispered something to each other so softly that I could not hear and one of them called out, “ Piggy, Piggy. Piggy, come outside. I want you, Piggy.” There was more noise inside the shelter and the three boys advanced to it. “Piggy, where are you, Piggy?” There was thrashing inside the shelter and the boys crept into it. Sounds of attack drifted from the shelter and there was more thrashing noises. Eventually, the three boys from Jacks tribe ran out, uninjured. Something that one of the boys was holding glinted in the moonlight and I looked closer. He was clutching Piggy’s glasses. I literally groaned, but then Ralph and Sam and Eric came out, dragging Piggy out behind them. My breath stuck in my throat. Was he…? But they started talking their
illumination made me realize two things: Piggy was not dead and they had been beating themselves up. I groaned.
If only I could have stayed on the island and told Ralph and Piggy about the dead man, everything could be different. I could have helped extinguish the beast from their souls and I could have helped Jack’s tribe realize there was no beast, so they wouldn’t kill anyone. There are so many things I could have done to help them that it makes me
barmy. If only…