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"
With
the
conch
.
I
'm
calling
a
meeting
even
if
we
have
to
go
on
into
the
dark
.
Down
on
the
platform
.
When
I
blow
it
.
Now
.
"
He
turned
away
and
walked
off
,
down
the
mountain
.
The
tide
was
coming
in
and
there
was
only
a
narrow
strip
of
firm
beach
between
the
water
and
the
white
,
stumbling
stuff
near
the
palm
terrace
.
Ralph
chose
the
firm
strip
as
a
path
because
he
needed
to
think
,
and
only
here
could
he
allow
his
feet
to
move
without
having
to
watch
them
.
Suddenly
,
pacing
by
the
water
,
he
was
overcome
with
astonishment
.
He
found
himself
understanding
the
wearisomeness
of
this
life
,
where
every
path
was
an
improvisation
and
a
considerable
part
of
one
's
waking
life
was
spent
watching
one
's
feet
.
He
stopped
,
facing
the
strip
;
and
remembering
that
first
enthusiastic
exploration
as
though
it
were
part
of
a
brighter
childhood
,
he
smiled
jeeringly
.
He
turned
then
and
walked
back
toward
the
platform
with
the
sun
in
his
face
.
The
time
had
come
for
the
assembly
and
as
he
walked
into
the
concealing
splendors
of
the
sunlight
he
went
carefully
over
the
points
of
his
speech
.
There
must
be
no
mistake
about
this
assembly
,
no
chasing
imaginary
...
.
He
lost
himself
in
a
maze
of
thoughts
that
were
rendered
vague
by
his
lack
of
words
to
express
them
.
Frowning
,
he
tried
again
.
This
meeting
must
not
be
fun
,
but
business
.
At
that
he
walked
faster
,
aware
all
at
once
of
urgency
and
the
declining
sun
and
a
little
wind
created
by
his
speed
that
breathed
about
his
face
.
This
wind
pressed
his
grey
shirt
against
his
chest
so
that
he
noticed
--
in
this
new
mood
of
comprehension
--
how
the
folds
were
stiff
like
cardboard
,
and
unpleasant
;
noticed
too
how
the
frayed
edges
of
his
shorts
were
making
an
uncomfortable
,
pink
area
on
the
front
of
his
thighs
.
With
a
convulsion
of
the
mind
,
Ralph
discovered
dirt
and
decay
,
understood
how
much
he
disliked
perpetually
flicking
the
tangled
hair
out
of
his
eyes
,
and
at
last
,
when
the
sun
was
gone
,
rolling
noisily
to
rest
among
dry
leaves
.
At
that
he
began
to
trot
.
The
beach
near
the
bathing
pool
was
dotted
with
groups
of
boys
waiting
for
the
assembly
.
They
made
way
for
him
silently
,
conscious
of
his
grim
mood
and
the
fault
at
the
fire
.
The
place
of
assembly
in
which
he
stood
was
roughly
a
triangle
;
but
irregular
and
sketchy
,
like
everything
they
made
.
First
there
was
the
log
on
which
he
himself
sat
;
a
dead
tree
that
must
have
been
quite
exceptionally
big
for
the
platform
.
Perhaps
one
of
those
legendary
storms
of
the
Pacific
had
shifted
it
here
.
This
palm
trunk
lay
parallel
to
the
beach
,
so
that
when
Ralph
sat
he
faced
the
island
but
to
the
boys
was
a
darkish
figure
against
the
shimmer
of
the
lagoon
.
The
two
sides
of
the
triangle
of
which
the
log
was
base
were
less
evenly
defined
.
On
the
right
was
a
log
polished
by
restless
seats
along
the
top
,
but
not
so
large
as
the
chief
's
and
not
so
comfortable
.
On
the
left
were
four
small
logs
,
one
of
them
--
the
farthest
--
lamentably
springy
.
Assembly
after
assembly
had
broken
up
in
laughter
when
someone
had
leaned
too
far
back
and
the
log
had
whipped
and
thrown
half
a
dozen
boys
backwards
into
the
grass
.
Yet
now
,
he
saw
,
no
one
had
had
the
wit
--
not
himself
nor
Jack
,
nor
Piggy
--
to
bring
a
stone
and
wedge
the
thing
.
So
they
would
continue
enduring
the
ill-balanced
twister
,
because
,
because
...
.
Again
he
lost
himself
in
deep
waters
.
Grass
was
worn
away
in
front
of
each
trunk
but
grew
tall
and
untrodden
in
the
center
of
the
triangle
.
Then
,
at
the
apex
,
the
grass
was
thick
again
because
no
one
sat
there
.
All
round
the
place
of
assembly
the
grey
trunks
rose
,
straight
or
leaning
,
and
supported
the
low
roof
of
leaves
.
On
two
sides
was
the
beach
;
behind
,
the
lagoon
;
in
front
,
the
darkness
of
the
island
.
