Bit by bit [the Second World War] really changed my view of what people were capable of, and therefore what human nature was. - William Golding

Uno tiene miedo porque la gente siempre tiene miedo.

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.

The chant was audible but at that distance still wordless. Behind Jack walked the twins, carrying a great stake on their shoulders. The gutted carcass of a pig swung from the stake, swinging heavily as the twins toiled over the uneven ground. The pig's head hung down with gaping neck and seemed to search for something on the ground. At last the words of the chant floated up to them, across the bowl of blackened wood and ashes. "Kill the pig! Cut her throat! Spill the blood!" Yet as the words became audible, the procession reached the steepest part of the mountain, and in a minute or two the chant had died away.