Kill The Pig. Cut Her Throat. Spill

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.

While I Am On, I Can Discipline Myself To That Extent. When I Am Off, I Can't Discipline Myself At All. On The Other Hand, When I Am Off, There Are So Many Things I Like Doing, It Doesn't Really Matter.

I Think They've Got 250 Languages In Nigeria, And So English Is A Sort Of Lingua Franca Between The 250 Languages.

They Walked Along, Two Continents Of Experience And Feeling Unable To Communicate.

How Would I Myself Live In This Proposed Society? How Long Would It Be Before I Went Stark Staring Mad?