Повелитель мух / Lord of the Flies

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Ralph turned to him quickly. This was the voice of one who knew his own mind.

“Then,” went on Piggy, “that boy—I forget—”

“You’re talking too much,” said Jack Merridew. “Shut up, Fatty.”

Laughter arose.

“He’s not Fatty,” cried Ralph, “his real name’s Piggy!”

“Piggy!”

“Piggy!”

“Oh, Piggy!”

A storm of laughter arose and even the tiniest child joined in. For the moment the boys were a closed circuit of sympathy with Piggy outside: he went very pink, bowed his head and cleaned his glasses again.

Finally the laughter died away and the naming continued. There was Maurice, next in size among the choir boys to Jack, but broad and grinning all the time. There was a slight, furtive boy whom no one knew, who kept to himself with an inner intensity of avoidance and secrecy. He muttered that his name was Roger and was silent again. Bill, Robert, Harold, Henry; the choir boy who had fainted sat up against a palm trunk, smiled pallidly at Ralph and said that his name was Simon.

Jack spoke.

“We’ve got to decide about being rescued.”

There was a buzz. One of the small boys, Henry, said that he wanted to go home.

“Shut up,” said Ralph absently. He lifted the conch. “Seems to me we ought to have a chief to decide things.”

“A chief! A chief!”

“I ought to be chief,” said Jack with simple arrogance, “because I’m chapter chorister and head boy. I can sing C sharp.”

Another buzz.

“Well then,” said Jack, “I—”

He hesitated.

The dark boy, Roger, stirred at last and spoke up.

“Let’s have a vote.”

“Yes!”

“Vote for chief!”

“Let’s vote—”

This toy of voting was almost as pleasing as the conch. Jack started to protest but the clamor changed from the general wish for a chief to an election by acclaim of Ralph himself. None of the boys could have found good reason for this; what intelligence had been shown was traceable to Piggy while the most obvious leader was Jack.

But there was a stillness about Ralph as he sat that marked him out: there was his size, and attractive appearance; and most obscurely, yet most powerfully, there was the conch. The being that had blown that, had sat waiting for them on the platform with the delicate thing balanced on his knees, was set apart.

“Him with the shell.”

“Ralph! Ralph!”

“Let him be chief with the trumpet-thing.”

Ralph raised a hand for silence.