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The
mask
compelled
them
.
Ralph
climbed
out
of
the
bathing
pool
and
trotted
up
the
beach
and
sat
in
the
shade
beneath
the
palms
.
His
fair
hair
was
plastered
over
his
eyebrows
and
he
pushed
it
back
.
Simon
was
floating
in
the
water
and
kicking
with
his
feet
,
and
Maurice
was
practicing
diving
.
Piggy
was
mooning
about
,
aimlessly
picking
up
things
and
discarding
them
.
The
rock-pools
which
so
fascinated
him
were
covered
by
the
tide
,
so
he
was
without
an
interest
until
the
tide
went
back
.
Presently
,
seeing
Ralph
under
the
palms
,
he
came
and
sat
by
him
.
Piggy
wore
the
remainders
of
a
pair
of
shorts
,
his
fat
body
was
golden
brown
,
and
the
glasses
still
flashed
when
he
looked
at
anything
.
He
was
the
only
boy
on
the
island
whose
hair
never
seemed
to
grow
.
The
rest
were
shockheaded
,
but
Piggy
's
hair
still
lay
in
wisps
over
his
head
as
though
baldness
were
his
natural
state
and
this
imperfect
covering
would
soon
go
,
like
the
velvet
on
a
young
stag
's
antlers
.
"
I
've
been
thinking
,
"
he
said
,
"
about
a
clock
.
We
could
make
a
sundial
.
We
could
put
a
stick
in
the
sand
,
and
then
--
"
The
effort
to
express
the
mathematical
processes
involved
was
too
great
.
He
made
a
few
passes
instead
.
"
And
an
airplane
,
and
a
TV
set
,
"
said
Ralph
sourly
,
"
and
a
steam
engine
.
"
Piggy
shook
his
head
.
"
You
have
to
have
a
lot
of
metal
things
for
that
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
we
have
n't
got
no
metal
.
But
we
got
a
stick
.
"
Ralph
turned
and
smiled
involuntarily
.
Piggy
was
a
bore
;
his
fat
,
his
ass-mar
and
his
matter-of-fact
ideas
were
dull
,
but
there
was
always
a
little
pleasure
to
be
got
out
of
pulling
his
leg
,
even
if
one
did
it
by
accident
.
