And I've Been Wearing Specs Since I

Kill The Pig! Cut His Throat! Kill The Pig! Bash Him In!

We're Not Savages. We're English.

He Lost Himself In A Maze Of Thoughts That Were Rendered Vague By His Lack Of Words To Express Them. Frowning, He Tried Again.

The Skull Regarded Ralph Like One Who Knows All The Answers And Won't Tell.

If I Blow The Conch And They Don't Come Back; Then We've Had It. We Shan't Keep The Fire Going. We'll Be Like Animals. We'll Never Be Rescued." "if You Don't Blow, We'll Soon Be Animals Anyway.