Lord of the Flies (Chap. 10: The Shell and the Glasses) lyrics
by Drake
Piggy eyed the advancing figure carefully. Nowadays he sometimes found that he saw more clearly if he removed his glasses and shifted the one lens to the other eye; but even through the good eye, after what had happened, Ralph remained unmistakably Ralph. He came now out of the coconut trees, limping, dirty, with dead leaves hanging from his shock of yellow hair. One eye was a slit in his puffy cheek and a great scab had formed on his right knee. He paused for a moment and peered at the figure on the platform.
“Piggy? Are you the only one left?”
“There’s some littluns.”
“They don’t count. No biguns?”
“Oh—Samneric. They’re collecting wood.”
“Nobody else?”
“Not that I know of.”
Ralph climbed on to the platform carefully. The coarse grass was still worn away where the assembly used to sit; the fragile white conch still gleamed by the polished seat. Ralph sat down in the grass facing the chief’s seat and the conch. Piggy knelt at his left, and for a long minute there was silence.
At last Ralph cleared his throat and whispered something.
Piggy whispered back.
“What you say?”
Ralph spoke up.
“Simon.”