Ralph held out the glimmering conch and Maurice took it obediently. The meeting subsided and an argument started again. "I mean when Jack says you can be frightened because people are frightened anyway that's all right. But when he says there's only pigs on this island I except he's right but he doesn't know, not really, not certainly I mean-" Maurice took a breath. My daddy says there's things, what d'you call'em that make ink-squids-that are hundreds of yards long and eat whales whole. He paused again and laughed gaily. I don't believe in the beast of course. As Piggy says, life's scientific, but we don't know, do we? Not certainly, I mean. In a moment the platform was full of arguing gesticulating shadows.
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