wgolding.lordoftheflies-第21节
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He stopped again。 The careful plan of this assembly had broken down。
〃What d'you want me to say then？ I was wrong to call this assembly so late。 Well have a vote on them； on ghosts I mean； and then go to the shelters because we're all tired。 No…Jack is it？…wait a minute。 I'll say here and now that I don t believe in ghosts。 Or I don't think I do。 But I don't like the thought of them。 Not now that is； in the dark。 But we were going to decide what's what。〃
He raised the conch for a moment
〃Very well then。 I suppose what's what is whether there are ghosts or not…〃
He thought for a moment； formulating the question。
〃Who thinks there may be ghosts？〃
For a long time there was silence and no apparent movement。 Then Ralph peered into the gloom and made out the hands。 He spoke flatly。
〃I see。〃
The world； that understandable and lawful world； was slipping away。 Once there was this and that； and now…and the ship had gone。
The conch was snatched from his hands and Piggy's voice shrilled。
〃I didn't vote for no ghosts！〃
He whirled round on the assembly。
〃Remember that； all of you！〃
They heard him stamp。
〃What are we？ Humans？ Or animals？ Or savages？ What's grownups going to think？ Going off…hunting pigs…letting fires out…and now！〃
A shadow fronted him tempestuously。
〃You shut up； you fat slug！'
There was a moment's struggle and the glimmering conch jigged up and down。 Ralph leapt to his feet。
〃Jack！ Jack！ You haven't got the conch！ Let him speak。〃
Jack's face swam near him。
〃And you shut up！ Who are you； anyway？ Sitting there telling people what to do。 You cant hunt； you can't sing…〃
〃I'm chief。 I was chosen。〃
〃Why should choosing make any difference？ Just giving orders that don't make any sense…〃
〃Piggy's got the conch。〃
That's right…favor Piggy as you always do…〃
〃Jack！〃
〃Jack's voice sounded in bitter mimicry。
〃Jack！ Jack！〃
〃The rules！〃 shouted Ralph。 〃You're breaking the rules！〃
〃Who cares？〃
Ralph summoned his wits。
〃Because the rules are the only thing we've got！〃
But Jack was shouting against him。
〃Bollocks to the rules！ We're strong…we hunt！ If there's a beast； we'll hunt it down！ Well close in and beat and beat and beat…！〃
He gave a wild whoop and leapt down to the pale sand。 At once the platform was full of noise and excitement； scramblings； screams and laughter。 The assembly shredded away and became a discursive and random scatter from the palms to the water and away along the beach； beyond night…sight。 Ralph found his cheek touching the conch and took it from Piggy。
〃What's grownups going to say？〃 cried Piggy again。 〃Look at 'em！〃
The sound of mock hunting； hysterical laughter and real terror came from the beach。
〃Blow the conch； Ralph。〃
Piggy was so close that Ralph could see the glint of his one glass。
〃There's the fire。 Can't they see？〃
〃You got to be tough now。 Make 'em do what you want。〃
Ralph answered in the cautious voice of one who rehearses a theorem。
〃If I blow the conch and they don't e 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。 I can't see what they're doing but I can hear。〃
The dispersed figures had e together on the sand and were a dense black mass that revolved。 They were chanting something and littluns that had had enough were staggering away； howling。 Ralph raised the conch to his lips and then lowered it。
〃The trouble is： Are there ghosts； Piggy？ Or beasts？〃
〃Course there aren't。〃
〃Why not？〃
〃'Cos things wouldn't make sense。 Houses an‘ streets； an'…TV…they wouldn't work。〃
The dancing； chanting boys had worked themselves away till their sound was nothing but a wordless rhythm。
〃But s'pose they don't make sense？ Not here； on this island？ Supposing things are watching us and waiting？〃
Ralph shuddered violently and moved closer to Piggy； so that they bumped frighteningly。
〃You stop talking like that！ We got enough trouble； Ralph； an' I've had as much as I can stand。 If there is ghosts…〃
〃I ought to give up being chief。 Hear 'em。〃
〃Oh lord！ Oh no！〃
Piggy gripped Ralph's arm。
〃If Jack was chief he'd have all hunting and no fire。 We'd be here till we died。〃
His voice ran up to a squeak。
〃Who's that sitting there？〃
〃Me。 Simon。〃
〃Fat lot of good we are；〃 said Ralph。 〃Three blind mice； I‘ll give up。〃
〃If you give up；〃 said Piggy； in an appalled whisper； 〃what ‘ud happen to me？〃
〃Nothing。〃
〃He hates me。 I dunno why。 If he could do what he wanted…you're all right； he respects you。 Besides… you'd hit him。〃
〃You were having a nice fight with him just now。〃
〃I had the conch；〃 said Piggy simply。 〃I had a right to speak。〃
Simon stirred in the dark。
〃Go on being chief。〃
〃You shut up； young Simon！ Why couldn't you say there wasn't a beast？〃
〃I'm scared of him；〃 said Piggy； 〃and that's why I know him。 If you're scared of someone you hate him but you can't stop thinking about him。 You Kid yourself he's all right really； an' then when you see him again； it's like asthma an‘ you can't breathe。 I tell you what。 He hates you too； Ralph…〃
〃Me？ Why me？〃
〃I dunno。 You got him over the fire； an‘ you're chief an‘ he isn't。〃
〃But he's； he's； Jack Merridew！〃
〃I been in bed so much I done some thinking。 I know about people。 I know about me。 And him。 He can't hurt you： but if you stand out of the way he'd hurt the next thing。 And that's me。〃
〃Piggy's right； Ralph。 There's you and Jack。 Go on being chief。〃
〃We're all drifting and things are going rotten。 At home there was always a grownup。 Please； sir； please； miss； and then you got an answer。 How I wish！〃
〃I wish my auntie was here。〃
〃I wish my father 。 。 。 Oh； what's the use？〃
〃Keep the fire going。〃
The dance was over and the hunters were going back to the shelters。
〃Grownups know things；〃 said Piggy。 〃They ain't afraid of the dark。 They'd meet and have tea and discuss。 Then things 'ud be all right…〃
〃They wouldn't set fire to the island。 Or lose…〃
〃They'd build a ship…〃
The three boys stood in the darkness； striving unsuccessfully to convey the majesty of adult life。
〃They wouldn't quarrel…〃
〃Or break my specs…〃
〃Or talk about a beast…〃
〃If only they could get a message to us；〃 cried Ralph desperately。 〃If only they could send us something grown…up 。 。 。 a sign or something。〃
A thin wail out of the darkness chilled them and set them grabbing for each other。 Then the wail rose； remote and unearthly； and turned to an inarticulate gibbering。 Percival Wemys Madison； of the Vicarage； Harcourt St。 Anthony； lying in the long grass； was living through circumstances in which the incantation of his address was powerless to help him。
CHAPTER SIX
Beast from Air
There was no light left save that of the stars。 When they had understood what made this ghostly noise and Percival was quiet again； Ralph and Simon picked him up unhandily and carried him to a shelter。 Piggy hung about near for all his brave words； and the three bigger boys went together to the next shelter。 They lay restlessly and noisily among the dry leaves； watching the patch of stars that was the opening toward the lagoon。 Sometimes a littlun cried out from the other shelters and once a bigun spoke in the dark。 Then they too fell asleep。
A sliver of moon rose over the horizon； hardly large enough to make a path of light even when it sat right down on the water； but there were other lights in the sky； that moved fast； winked； or went out； though not even a faint popping came down from the battle fought at ten miles' neight。 But a sign came down from the world of grownups； though at the time there was no child awake to read it。 There was a sudden bright explosion and a corkscrew trail across the sky； then darkness again and stars。 There was a speck above the island； a figure dropping swiftly beneath a parachute； a figure that hung with dangling limbs。 The changing winds of various altitudes took the figure where they would。 Then； three miles up； the wind steadied and bore it in a descending curve round the sky and swept it in a great slant across the reef and the lagoon toward the mountain。 The figure fell and crumpled among the blue flowers of the mountain…side； but now there was a gentle breeze at this height too and the parachute flopped and banged and pulled。 So the figure； with feet that dragged behind it； slid up the mountain。 Yard by yard； puff by puff； the breeze hauled the figure through the blue flowers； over the boulders and red stones； till it lay huddled among the shattered rocks of the mountain…top。 Here the breeze was fitful and allowed the strings of the parachute to tangle and festoon； and the figure sat； its helmeted head between its knees； held by a plication of lines。 When the breeze blew； the lines would strain taut and some accident of this pull kited the bead and chest upright so that the figure seemed to peer across the brow of the mountain。 Then； each time me wind dropped； the lines would slacken and the figure bow forward again； sinking its head between its knees。 So as the stars moved across the sky； the fig
