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Simon
's
body
was
arched
and
stiff
.
The
Lord
of
the
Flies
spoke
in
the
voice
of
a
schoolmaster
.
"
This
has
gone
quite
far
enough
.
My
poor
,
misguided
child
,
do
you
think
you
know
better
than
I
do
?
"
There
was
a
pause
.
"
I
'm
warning
you
.
I
'm
going
to
get
angry
.
D'you
see
?
You
're
not
wanted
.
Understand
?
We
are
going
to
have
fun
on
this
island
.
Understand
?
We
are
going
to
have
fun
on
this
island
!
So
do
n't
try
it
on
,
my
poor
misguided
boy
,
or
else
--
"
Simon
found
he
was
looking
into
a
vast
mouth
.
There
was
blackness
within
,
a
blackness
that
spread
.
"
--
Or
else
,
"
said
the
Lord
of
the
Flies
,
"
we
shall
do
you
?
See
?
Jack
and
Roger
and
Maurice
and
Robert
and
Bill
and
Piggy
and
Ralph
.
Do
you
.
See
?
"
Simon
was
inside
the
mouth
.
He
fell
down
and
lost
consciousness
.
Over
the
island
the
build-up
of
clouds
continued
.
A
steady
current
of
heated
air
rose
all
day
from
the
mountain
and
was
thrust
to
ten
thousand
feet
;
revolving
masses
of
gas
piled
up
the
static
until
the
air
was
ready
to
explode
.
By
early
evening
the
sun
had
gone
and
a
brassy
glare
had
taken
the
place
of
clear
daylight
.
Even
the
air
that
pushed
in
from
the
sea
was
hot
and
held
no
refreshment
.
Colors
drained
from
water
and
trees
and
pink
surfaces
of
rock
,
and
the
white
and
brown
clouds
brooded
.
Nothing
prospered
but
the
flies
who
blackened
their
lord
and
made
the
spilt
guts
look
like
a
heap
of
glistening
coal
.
Even
when
the
vessel
broke
in
Simon
's
nose
and
the
blood
gushed
out
they
left
him
alone
,
preferring
the
pig
's
high
flavor
.
With
the
running
of
the
blood
Simon
's
fit
passed
into
the
weariness
of
sleep
.
He
lay
in
the
mat
of
creepers
while
the
evening
advanced
and
the
cannon
continued
to
play
.
At
last
he
woke
and
saw
dimly
the
dark
earth
close
by
his
cheek
.
Still
he
did
not
move
but
lay
there
,
his
face
sideways
on
the
earth
,
his
eyes
looking
dully
before
him
.
Then
he
turned
over
,
drew
his
feet
under
him
and
laid
hold
of
the
creepers
to
pull
himself
up
.
When
the
creepers
shook
the
flies
exploded
from
the
guts
with
a
vicious
note
and
clamped
back
on
again
.
Simon
got
to
his
feet
.
The
light
was
unearthly
.
The
Lord
of
the
Flies
hung
on
his
stick
like
a
black
ball
.
Simon
spoke
aloud
to
the
clearing
.
