A literary study on William Golding's classic novel 'Lord of the Flies'.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Supplementary Task X: What I would have done...
I wouldn't have done this (in theory, anyway. I've never been in a situation even close to this one). There's not much that can be done after somebody dies-- you can't change the past, and regrets won't bring anyone back. It would be good to be able to talk to Jack's tribe, except it probably wouldn't be a good idea because they could kill you. One thing I would have done differently, however, is that I would have given Simon a proper burial and a little ceremony. You know, say a couple words about his life, and maybe offer up a prayer for him (if you are religious-- maybe even if you're not. People tend to do that at funerals.).
At a certain point, Jack realizes that in order to cook their meat, they will need a fire. He also realizes that he has no way of starting a fire because he doesn't have the specs. He could've gone and asked Ralph and Piggy for the glasses, but he has too much pride. Instead he goes in the night and steals them, terrifying the littluns and making Ralph and Piggy go into a state of pure rage.
This is just stupid. Honestly! Jack should've stopped being an idiot, counted to ten, and gone and either asked for the glasses or simply appologized and go back to Ralph's gang. I wouldn't ever be in this situation because that's not the kind of person I am, but if I was for some reason I would've appologized. (If you are wondering about the counting to ten thing-- that's what I do when I'm feeling some really strong emotions and have to stop. If I'm really mad, I count to ten before I respond. I try to, anyway. If I'm really hyper and need to calm down, I count to ten. If I'm really upset but I can't just cry because there's lots of people around, I count to ten. It works.)
Ralph's whole purpose on the island is to keep the fire going so that a ship will see their smoke and come rescue them. When Piggy's specs are stolen, he's not sure what to do. He needs the glasses to keep the fire going (even though at this point he's starting to forget about the fire). He decides to go and talk to Jack's tribe and demand that they give him the glasses back. As we all know, this doesn't turn out very well.
I'm not sure what I'd do in this situation. I would be caught halfway between being mad and wanting to demand that they give me the glasses and being terrified that they would kill me the way they killed Simon. I probably would've thought about it a lot longer in a state of hysteria, whatever I decided to do. In the end, I probably would've just left it and hoped that it would all work out. I don't know whether this is the right thing to do or not, but I think I would've been too scared to do otherwise.
Piggy's death is the worst thing that could have happened to Ralph. He is now the only one. He has no loyal friends anymore (Samneric wish him well, but they don't stick by him.) and everyone wants to kill him. He hides and runs and hides and runs and hides and runs until he finally finds the naval offider, who takes control of the situation.
I admire Ralph for this. I think I would've given up at this point and given into Jack. I would've been too weary, tired, lonely, and scared. I don't think I would've had it in me to run around the island-- although if my life was in danger, who knows what I could do? Either way--- props to Ralph.
So ends our blog. Keep smiling, everyone.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Supplementary Task VIII B: The Western News
Child's play turns bad, resulting in the tragic death of a child
Ottawa-- Last Thursday night, nine-year-old Simon Callighan, who was part of a group of boys stranded on an island was attacked and killed by his peers. The boys were stranded on an island in the Atlantic Ocean until they were rescued on Saturday.
Callighan lived in London, England with his parents and baby sister. He was on his way to Sir Winston Churchill Boarding School when he was stranded on the island along with the other boys on the plane.
"Simon was batty," said one boy. "He said the beast was the people."
The boys were overexcited from hunting and very frightened of a beast that they believed to have existed on the island. Naval officers are exploring the island for this beast, but they have not found it, nor have they found evidence that suggests that this beast exists.
Ralph Connors, who was the leader of the group until his position was taken away from him by Jack Merridew, seems very confused and extremely upset by the who event. Connors is the son of a wealthy British naval officer, and he was set on being rescued.
"We left early, me and Piggy," Ralph said. "We didn't help them. We weren't there. We didn't mean to kill him!"
Ralph is now being examined in a mental assylum in London, England.
The majority of the boys on the island imply that the attack was Merridew's idea, although no one actually came right out to say that. "He taught us about hunting and things," said one boy. "We were excited. We didn't think he'd actually die."
Merridew and the rest of the boys will be tried in two weeks.
Summarizing Chapter 12
Ralph, who has been slightly wounded by Jack's spear, is hiding among the creepers. He tries to convince himself that he won't be killed, but he knows that they will try to kill him. Going through the jungle, he finds the pig's head on the stick. He is disgusted by it.
He hears them doing their rituals, and he sees them. He sees that Samneric are now a part of Jack's tribe. He tries to communicate with them, and they try to give him advice and help him, but in the end they will not put themselves in such danger for Ralph's sake.
He runs and he hides until they find him. Then he runs and hides until they find him again. This goes on for quite awhile until Ralph stumbles upon someone else-- someone new. Someone who isn't from the island. It's a naval officer; he saw their smoke. They are rescued, and Ralph is saved!
I liked the ending. I was sad about the deaths of Simon and Piggy (especially Simon!) but I'm glad they got rescued.
Keep smiling, everyone.
Summarizing Chapter 11
Once they get past Roger, they talk to Jack, trying to get back Piggy's glasses and to convince him that they need the fire. It doesn't really work.
Eventually, Piggy gets frustrated with their childish ways of handling things. He gives them a big, arrogant speach, and Jack hurls a boulder at Piggy. As it hits him, the conch breaks into a thousand pieces. Piggy falls off the cliff to his death.
Summarizing Chapter 10
They decide to go check up on the others, who are torturing Wilfred for no apparent reason, other than because Jack wanted to.
The four boys continue to live seperate from the others. They are frightened and a little bit crazy. In the night, Jack's hunters came to steal the glasses. Ralph put up a fight for Piggy, but it was no use-- they got them.
Monday, May 7, 2007
The Lord of the Flies Reunion
The Lord of the Flies: Book VS Movie
Pages 158-9 of the book had the Lord of the Flies talking with Simon. He said some deep things like how "the beast is in all of us." The whole reason Simon dies is because the beast tells him what the beast truly is. In the end, I would think that if you hadn't read the book before hand, then you have no idea why half of these things happened. If you did read the book, then it really illustrates the pictures in your mind. It may ruin your thought of the book, but it really puts things in place if you haven't seen it before.
If I was living the time when this movie first came out, I would've thought that these effects were really awesome. When you look back at it now...yeah...I thought it was a really good movie though. I doubt it will be better than the 80's version. Anything new sucks. Old movies rule. The effects are bad, but they don't have the same kind of feel as they did back then. In the 60's, you were seeing everything for the first time. Now, you've seen everything and all the movies seem the same.
The LOTF movie was pretty good. I would give it a 7.5/10. There were a lot of differences, but that shouldn't get in the way of seeing a good movie.
Supplementary Task VIII: Four Important Events (in the last third of the novel)
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Summarizing Chapter Nine
Meanwhile, Ralph and Piggy are trying to sort out their 'tribe.' Most of the boys are with Jack's group at this point. Ralph is trying to convince himself that he doesn't care, even though he obviously does. They decide to go over to where the others are to make sure they are alright. They end up eating some of the meat from a pig Jack and his hunters have killed. Ralph continues to try and convince them to come back and make things like they were before, but it's no use.
The boys begin to re-enact the killing of the pig, like usual. Only this time, things get a little out of hand. Simon comes from the forest and bursts into the circle. The boys think that he is the beast, and they kill him. (There is a nice graphic description on pages 168-170.)
What a sad chapter! Poor Simon!!!
Illuminating Chapter Eight
' "Who thinks Ralph oughtn't to be chief?"
He looked expectantly at the boys ranged round, who had frozen. Under the palms there was deadly silence.
"Hands up," said Jack strongly, "whoever wants Ralph not to be chief?"
The silence continued, breathless and heavy and full of shame. Slowly the red drained from Jack's cheeks, then came back with a painful rush. He licked his lips and turned his head at an angle, so that his gaze avoided the embarrassment of linking with another's eye.
"How many think--"
His voice trailed off. The hands that held the conch shook. He cleared his throat, and spoke loudly.
"All right then."
He laid the conch with great care in the grass at his feet. The humiliating tears were running from the corner of each eye.
"I'm not going to play any longer. Not with you."
Most of the boys were looking down now, at the grass or their feet. Jack cleared his throat again.
"I'm not going to be part of Ralph's lot--"
He looked along the right-hand logs, numbering the hunters that had been a choir.
"I'm going off by myself. He can catch his own pigs. Anyone who wants to hunt when I do can come too." '
(Lord of the Flies, page 139-140)
This is obviously important because it shows the beginning of the division. Right now it seems like it's only a little squabble between a couple of immature school boys. However, this little squabble will break them all up and will even be responsible for great tragedies. It doesn't take long for more and more boys to go to Jack's side.
The second significant part of this chapter is when the present the beast with a gift.
' Maurice and Robert skewered the carcass, lifted the dead weight, and stood ready. In the silence, and standing over the dry blood, they looked suddenly furtive.
Jack spoke loudly.
"This head is for the beast. It's a gift."
The silence accepted the gift and awed them. The head remained there, dim-eyed, grinning faintly, blood blackening between the teeth. All at once they were running away, as fast as they could, through the forest towards the open beach.
(Lord of the Flies, page 150-151)
I thought this was kind of strange. It seems that the boys are almost worshiping the idea of the beast. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe it's because they're so frightened of what the beast could do to them that they're willing to do anything and everything to prevent it. Any thoughts on that?
The last significant part is Simon's... I'm not sure exactly what it was.
' "You are a silly little boy," said the Lord of the Flies, "just an ignorant, silly little boy."
Simon moved his swollen tongue but said nothing.
"Don't you agree?" said the Lord of the Flies. "Aren't you just a silly little boy?
Simon answered him in the same silent voice.
"Well then," said the Lord of the Flies, "you'd better run off and play with the others. They think you're batty. You don't want Ralph to think you're batty, do you? You like Ralph a lot, don't you? And Piggy, and Jack?"
Simon's head was tilted slightly up. His eyes could not break away and the Lord of the Flies hung in space before him.
"What are you doing out here all alone? Aren't you afraid of me?"
Simon shook.
"There isn't anyone to help you. Only me. And I'm the beast."
Simon's mouth laboured, brought forth audible words.
"Pig's head on a stick."
"Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill!" said the head. For a moment or two the forest and all the other dimly appreciated places echoed with the parody of laughter. "You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it's no go? Why things are what they are?" '
(Lord of the Flies, page 157-158)
It goes on, but that's the jist of it. This is confusing at first because we're not exactly sure what's going on with Simon. He seems to be hallucinating or having a seizure or something... however, even in his confusing mental state, he knows the truth. The truth is that the beast is something inside all of them. It's in everyone, even Simon, the sweetest, best boy on the whole island! (In my opinion, anyway.) They are the danger to themselves. It's not a monster that hides in the sea or in the trees. It's man's violent nature.
Keep smiling, everyone!
Illuminating Chapter Seven
The first part of this chapter that I found particularly memorable was when Simon tells Ralph that he thought he would get back home.
'Simon was speaking almost in his ear. Ralph found that he had rock painfully gripped in both hands, found his body arched, the muscles of his neck stiff, his mouth strained open.
"You'll get back to where you came from."
Simon nodded as he spoke. He was kneeling on one knee, looking down from a higher rock which he held with both hands; his other leg stretched down to Ralph's level.
Ralph was puzzled and searched Simon's face for a clue.
"It's so big, I mean--"
Simon nodded.
"All the same. You'll get back all right. I think so, anyway."
Some of the strain had gone from Ralph's body. He glanced at the sea and then smiled bitterly at Simon.
"Got a ship in your pocket?"
Simon grinned and shook his head.
"How do you know, then?"
Simon shook his head violently till the coarse black hair flew backwards and forwards across his face.
"No, I'm not. I just think you'll get back all right--."
For a moment nothing more was said. And then they suddenly smiled at each other.'
(Lord of the Flies, page 121-122)
Aww! Isn't that sweet? This is the first time that any of the boys have really related on an emotional level at all. Before this, it's just like they're a group of boys randomly placed on the same island. They act like friends because they do the same things. They have to work together to survive. But they never really talked about their lives away or how they felt about the whole island experience. This little part shows that even though they don't talk (I mean, Ralph never said anything to spark this conversation), they relate and communicate.
The next part of this chapter that I felt was significant was when Ralph wounded the boar. It's important because he begins to lose attention and control. It shows the beginning of his loss of power.
' "I hit him," said Ralph indignantly. "I hit him with my spear, I wounded him."
He tried for their attention.
"He was coming along the path. I threw, like this--"'
(Lord of the Flies, page 125)
I think that this is significant because for the first time in the novel, the boys don't simply fall at Ralph's feet. He does something that he thinks is important, but they don't care. This will only get worse as the book goes on.
The final important section of this chapter is when they are looking for the beast and Ralph chickens out.
' "If you don't want to go on," said the voice sarcastically, "I'll go up by myself."
Ralph heard the mockery and hated Jack. The sting of ashes in his eyes, tiredness, fear, enraged him.
"Go on then! We'll wait here."
There was silence.
"Why don't you go? Are you frightened?"
A stain in the darkness, a stain that was Jack, detached itself and began to draw away.
"All right. So long." '
(Lord of the Flies, page 132)
This is important because Jack can use this against Ralph later on. He had more courage and bravery than Ralph did at this specific point, and he can use that to make him seem like the better leader.
Keep smiling, everyone!
Thursday, May 3, 2007
The Remains of Piggy found!
WARNING DO NOT SCROLL DOWN IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE THE SIGHT OF A DEAD PERSON!
Well?
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Article C: The Morning Globe
The Morning Globe
British boy killed by classmates
Mistaken for a pig and beaten to death
Kate Hodgson, JournalistMay 1, 1944
London--Simon Callaghan was killed on the evening of April twenty-third on the beach of a desert island near a cookfire. He was mistaken for a pig in the midst of a reenactment of a pig hunt, and was beaten to death with sticks.
Callaghan, nine, was killed by a group of schoolboys who were stranded on the island when their evacuation plane crashed. The boys ranged from ages five to twelve, and all came from London schools.
"I'm not even sure how it happened," said Maurice Buchard, ten. "We were all chanting and dancing around the fire--our ritual after a hunt--and pretending to kill a pig. All of sudden there was an actual object to beat on. It never really seemed to register that it was our mate."
When asked if Callaghan got along with the group of boys, Jack Merridew, twelve, was hesitant. "Somewhat. We found him rather batty; he got these odd spasms and often fainted. It was rather different, and we didn't know what to think. The fainting did get irritating after a while, though. No one ever got mad at him that I can remember, however."
"The killing wasn't intentional. The beating just felt so...good and natural that it seemed wrong to stop," said Ralph Jones, looking remorseful.
It appears that there were no personal feelings involved in the murder; it's more because the boys got caught up in their hunting ritual and forget reality. The question now is, could this happen to anybody? Would a group of schoolgirls do this? Adults? Or were the boys just bred with violence?Psycologist John Demers voiced his opinion. "I don't believe that violence is bred into the boys. They were held in place with rules for their whole life, so the first chance they have to be set free of all restrictions is a chance they accept with open arms. It was an unconsious decision to be this violent--it's just natural to want to go against everything you've ever been taught just for the thrill of it."
The boys were rescued last week by a Navy boat, the HMS Kingston, and are now recovering from their ordeal at home in London. Callaghan's family could not be reached.
London
Dancing and Chanting: A disturbing mystery.
The boys wouldn't stop because they are little boys. They aren't responsible and strong enough to handle the intense pull of the dancing chant. People who get sucked into these things are weak and should build up their mental power. If one of the boys was an older teenager, and had been on the island for several years with all of these other boys, they would've built up enough physchological power to break this gravitational pull and would have been brought back out of this trance and stopped Simon from dying. Plus, the boys probably didn't stop because it probably felt good to pummel something and not feel any guilt towards their horrible actions. Knowing me, I probably would have felt guilty and broken the ritual up.
Ritual activities:
1. Watching my Favorite T.V show every Wednesday night.
2. Making sure everything in my room is in the right place before I go to bed.
3. Washing my glasses at least once everyday at 6:00.
4. Making sure I sleep on my right side everytime.
2. I picked this one because I won't know that everything is perfect and nothing will fall over and make a loud noise when i'm tired. It's weird because sometimes I do it with out even noticing. When I do notice, I often check it twice just to be sure. Call my a neat freak, I don't care. It's just re-assureing to know that everything is in the proper order in my home. I don't like anything out of place. If I break this ritual, then I won't be comfortable and I won't sleep. Something in the back of my mind will keep telling me that something is where it shouldn't be so I get up and try and find what's wrong until I feel comfortable and able to sleep.
It's like a curse, but it feels really weird to know that something is out of place. Even If it's the slightest thing like having my pillow moved over a tiny bit, I will have to move it over until it's just right. The funny thing is, that when you look at my school bag, there are papers and old tests just lying around it. I'm more organized at home than with my school work. If only I could re-arrange that...
You guys need to post one of your own rituals down and talk about it like I have done. Just letting you know.
-Malick
Article A: The Daily Mercury
The Daily Mercury
Young Boy Tragically Murdered
Boy killed by those he called friends-Kate Hodgson, Journalist May 1, 1944
London--On April twenty-third, on a deserted island in the middle of the ocean, a young boy was tragically beaten to death by his so-called friends and classmates. Nine-year-old Simon Callaghan was mistaken for a fleshy pig and slaughtered brutally around a roaring cookfire.
The group of schoolboys (ranging in age from five to twelve) were chanting and dancing around their cooking fire on the beach when they started play-acting the killing of their pig. Callaghan was not part of this disturbing circle of evil; the boys did not know where he was. Soon, however, he came crashing out of the spiny shrubs nearby and burst into the middle of the circle. The boys were so caught up in their bloodthirsty chant and blinded by evil that they did not realize that the thing that they were beating on was actually their skinny young classmate.
"He was crying something about a dead man on the mountain," said Maurice Buchard, ten. "We all ignored him, mainly because we were pretending he was the pig."
The pig was their dinner food and the boys liked to reenact the hunt. Callaghan was their unintended victim that night, and he paid dearly for it.
"Young people these days just cannot be trusted to take care of themselves and behave civilized," said Mrs. Joanna Smith, a neighbour of Callaghan's London family. "It's a tragic thing that occured, and the naughty children must be punished for their terrible crimes."
Witnesses of Callaghan's murder, who realized what was going on, said that Callaghan was beaten with wooden sticks, stoned, and bitten. He was also pushed over a ledge.
They were chanting "Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Do him in!"
Only those who are truly sick-minded and disturbed would murder their own classmate like that. These young boys most obviously need mental help.
The British schoolboys were stranded on the island because the plane taking them over to Canada crashed. They were being evacuated from London, and came from schools including St. James' Private College, Eton College, and Bransmith Primary School.
Callaghan attended Eton College, and was part of the choir there.
London.