His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they ha… - William Golding

I have walked by stalls in the market-place where books, dog-eared and faded from their purple, have burst with a white hosanna. I have seen people crowned with a double crown, holding in either hand the crook and flail, the power and the glory. I have understood how the scar be­comes a star, I have felt the flake of fire fall, miraculous and pentecostal. My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are grey faces that peer over my shoulder.

Grownups know things, said Piggy. They ain't afraid of the dark. They'd meet and have tea and discuss. Then things 'ud be alright — -
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 grownup. . . a sign or something.

I dunno, Ralph. We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grown-ups would do.