Повелитель мух
Huts on the Beach
"Soweneedsheltersasasortof—"
"Home."
"That’sright."
Jackdrewuphislegs,claspedhisknees,andfrownedinanefforttoattainclarity.
"Allthesame—intheforest.Imeanwhenyou’rehunting,notwhenyou’regettingfruit,ofcourse,butwhenyou’reonyourown—"
Hepausedforamoment,notsureifRalphwouldtakehimseriously.
"Goon."
"Ifyou’rehuntingsometimesyoucatchyourselffeelingasif—"Heflushedsuddenly."There’snothinginitofcourse.Justafeeling.Butyoucanfeelasifyou’renothunting,but—beinghunted,asifsomething’sbehindyouallthetimeinthejungle."
Theyweresilentagain:Simonintent,Ralphincredulousandfaintlyindignant.Hesatup,rubbingoneshoulderwithadirtyhand.
"Well,Idon’tknow."
Jackleapttohisfeetandspokeveryquickly.
"That’showyoucanfeelintheforest.Ofcoursethere’snothinginit.Only—only—"
Hetookafewrapidstepstowardthebeach,thencameback.
