Oh sweet Java... Rescue me from the #LordOfTheFlies vibe I get from the screaming children within the land of bouncy houses. ☕
At least Niya is loving it!
Cine - Rescates - El Señor de las Moscas (Lord of the Flies, 1963), de Peter Brook ( #lordoftheflies/ #peterbrook/ @william_golding_official/ #williamgolding) - Paradojas del gregarismo - Por Emiliano Fernández
“Somewhere over the darkened curve of the world the sun and moon were pulling, and the film of water on the earth planet was held, bulging slightly on one side while the solid core turned. The great wave of the tide moved farther along the island and the water lifted. Softly, surrounded by a fringe of inquisitive bright creatures, itself a silver shape beneath the steadfast constellations, Simon's dead body moved out toward the open sea.”
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"We're the only ones on this island. What matters most is who knows we're here. We need to get rescued."
One of the boys spoke over him. "We can't be the only ones here. We saw a pig!" "It was a wild boar!" Another boy said.
"No, it was a regular pig. Big, but regular."
"Well, you know what they say. If there's pigs, there's people." He snorted.
The group broke off into laughter, and then the boy, who was holding the shell again, raised his voice, talking over them. "Okay, cadets! Anyway, if we have any hope in getting rescued, we need to have a signal to lead any adults over. Like a fire." Everyone nodded in agreement. Jack spoke up. "Can I have the conch" The boy silently passed it over. "Yes, Ralph's right. We need to keep a fire going. Also, we should investigate and try to find any signs of humans. We don't know if this place is inhabited by other people," he said, pushing his fingers through his light hair, which was neatly combed to the side.
One boy spoke up without being called on, completely ignoring the conch rule. "We need a leader!" "Jack's the oldest," another boy said.
"But Ralph's the colonel!" said another. The crowd instantly agreed with this idea. "Yeah! We want Ralph!" Everyone began to yell. Jack grinned at who Astrid had assumed was Ralph. "You just won the election." Ralph nodded, smiling and then looked back to the group.
Another boy shouted. "We need a second in command!" "How ‘bout the girl" another pointed to Annie. Everyone cheered, and she stepped forward, smiling. She gestured to the conch, and Ralph handed it over to her.
"Yes, but it doesn't matter who the leader is. All that matters is we stick together."
The conch is in the snow now *evil laugh* 🐚❄️🐚 thinking about doing an edit soon feel free to leave requests #lordoftheflies
Astrid walked in the middle of the three through the forest, following Jack, and Roger behind her. Her wet shoes made a squishing noise and squeezed out a little bit of water each time she walked, which she found extremely uncomfortable. "Hold on," she said, leaning up against a log and quickly undoing the laces and pulling off her shoes and socks. She held them both in one hand, and then got back up and continued following Jack.
Jack parted the long grass next to the beach, and the three stepped out onto the sand. Astrid looked over, and saw Annie, accompanied by a bunch of boys. One of them had dark hair and was holding a shell, to which he continued to blow in short bursts every few seconds.
They approached the group, and Astrid wandered away towards a rock. She set her shoes down on it, and then walked back over, noticing they had gotten into circle formation. She stood next to Jack and Roger, who were next to the guy with the shell. Then she heard rustling in the grass, and she darted her eyes around and saw more boys coming out of the bushes. She made eye contact, waving the over to the circle. The little ones complied, smiling and quickly running over and joining the group, but the older ones hesitated for a second, and then slowly came over as well.
She looked over, and noticed Jack had removed his jacket, as well as a lot of the other guys, and was leaning his arm on Roger. Then she looked back to the guy with the conch and he blowed it one more time, before clearing his throat and setting the shell down in his arm, which had a cast. "Okay, okay!" he yelled over the group, and slowly but surely everyone stopped talking. "So, here's the rule. Whoever has the conch gets to speak," he said, moving his eyes from left to right and getting a small nod of approval from everyone. A boy raised his hand. "Yes he averted his gaze to him. "So it's like assembly" he asked. "Yes... But if you want to speak, you can as long as you're holding the conch," The boy said. The group nodded once again, and a few seconds of silence followed. "Can I get the conch" a chubbier boy with round glasses asked. The dark-haired boy passed it over to him.
Next week we hit the studio of #LordOfTheFlies auditions! #Sweaty https://t.co/Gun6ou98ek https://t.co/heMGUxOJNw
A beast and a swine and a bloody, bloody thief!!!
(Bruh ik IG will butcher the quality but oh wells)
This has been a hell of a week and the rainy day made it worse. Aside from being splashed with gutter water by two passing cars, while two women were standing in my way on the sidewalk screaming while being splashed, and getting to work soaking wet (the ladies at work were wonderful, they took care of me like I was family), the ceiling at my place leaked...above my bed. 😧
But, I'm almost finished with Lord of the Flies by William Golding! 😄
This is my first time reading this book and I have to say it's rough to start but when it gets going you're gripped by this story of lost boys on this island without adults.
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"Hmm. Never heard that name before. I'm Roger, and that's Jack," he said, patting his friend once on the shoulder. Astrid nodded. "Nice to meet you guys.." She questioned being polite, after how they had treated her only a few minutes ago.
The three of them talked a little more for a bit, mostly just trying to kill time until something actually interesting happened. Annie woke up a little bit later than everyone else. She stood up and dusted the dirt off of her clothing, and noticed Astrid was missing. She looked around and spotted two of the boys. She didn't want to feel alone so she walked up to them.
"Hey guys" she said and sat down next to the boy with specs, Piggy. Piggy looked at her and smiled warmly. "Hey. What's your name" He asked in curiosity.
"My name's Annie" she answered, smiling at the boy. The boy out at sea swam back to the shore.
"Hello. I'm Ralph and that's..." Ralph stopped for a bit and looked at Piggy, then continuing, "that's Piggy".
Annie, Piggy and Ralph continues to talk and get to know each other more and more. Piggy looked at this big shell. He gasped and pointed at it. "That- that shell! My granny had one just like it!!" He said, getting up and going into the sea to get the shell, "A conch she called it". Piggy walked back onto land and observed it.
Meanwhile, Ralph held out his hand for Annie. He helped her get onto her feet. Piggy then handed it to Ralph.
"If you blow it, it can make a loud sound. Kinda like a trumpet" Piggy said. Ralph blown into the conch, but it didn't make a trumpet sound. It made a type of farting sound. Ralph, Piggy and Annie all giggled and Ralph had a second try. He did it! Ralph continued to blow into the conch. Little boys stated coming out from behind trees and ran over to them.
Astrid, Jack and Roger were interrupted when we heard a harsh blowing noise in the distance, followed by a pause, and then a few that came out a little bit nicer. The three of them looked at each other. "The hell is that" Jack asked. "No idea, we should go check it out," Roger replied. Silence, then another blowing noise. Cautiously, they began to walk in the direction of where the noise was coming from.
As she walked closer, she noticed that one had blonde hair, and the other looked a little younger and had light brown hair. She nervously waved, and got no response. Once she was a few feet away from them, she spoke up. "Hello.." They both gave her blank stares, pausing their conversation. The older blonde one gave her a judgmental look. "What do you want, girl" he asked, and raised an eyebrow. "I-I'm just saying hi. No need to be rude." Astrid looked down, embarrassed.
The younger one spoke. "So I heard the other girl's uncle was the plane pilot and that's why she's here. What's your excuse" She ran her hand through her golden dyed hair, shrugging. "You see, my parents couldn't afford plane tickets to get me to the USA because we had to flee since there's a war going on, and I happen to be friends with that 'other girl,' who's name is Annie for your information. So I went with her on her uncle's plane and we crashed here." Then she sighed, waiting for a response. "Are you from England" the older one asked. "Yeah," She responded. "We are too," he said. She nodded, absentmindedly digging her feet into the grass. "So why don't you go hang out with the other girl" he asked, and a little annoyed, she corrected him. "Annie. Her name is Annie." He paused. "Yeah.. why don't you hang out with her" She rolled her eyes. "Well, since we crashed here and, since we're probably gonna be here for a while, I figured I'd get to know the locals.
However, I didn't think that they would be so RUDE and question everything I do." She slowly turned the other way and began to walk off.
The younger one stopped her. "Hey, chill out. We're not rude, we just don't know who you are so we're wondering why you came over to us. What's your name, girl" She sighed, walking back over. "I'm Astrid."
As time passed, the girls grew more worried. They had been standing on the beach looking for any sign of adults ever since they crashed. "I don't think anyone's coming.. And it's getting dark," Astrid said.
"People are on their way. I know it. Just trust me," Annie replied.
"I know.. But it's getting dark out."
"We should get some rest.. Look, there's already some people laying on the ground over there." She turned and pointed to a cluster of boys, who were in the grass, trying to get to sleep. Annie looked over as well, and sighed. "Alright, fine. We'll sleep. Just stay alert for more people, we could have rescue helicopters coming over here right now."
Astrid nodded, and the two found a spot in the grass opposite side of the other boys and laid down, quickly drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, Astrid woke up. She noticed that many more boys were spread out across the beach, and not wanting to wake them up, she tiptoed over them and wandered into the jungle.
She walked through the tree lined grassy trail, occasionally having to hop over a log blocking the trail. She found her way into a plains area, with a single tree on the hill. It was already pretty bright out, and she spotted two boys standing at the top of the hill. Feeling a bit lonely, and knowing that she would have to meet more people than her one friend at some point, she decided to approach them.
Произведение читается легко и быстро. Осилила его за один вечер. Впечатления двоякие. С одной стороны - Книга непростая. Книга-метафора. С другой - даже если не вникать в глубину смысла, то получается неплохая приключенческая сказка. Автор писал это произведение, как пародию на детские приключенческие романы того времени, пародия получилась очень жестокой и кровожадной и совсем не с детским смыслом. Группа детей попадает на необитаемый остров и начинает выживать, в надежде, что их спасут. Они подают сигнал бедствия в виде костра, но дым от их костра настолько мал, что никто не замечает его, зато в конце, когда ребята,в буквальном смысле,сжигают весь остров, к ним тут же причаливает спасательный корабль со взрослыми. Похоже, данное сравнение произвело на меня самое сильное впечатление за всю книгу. Зачастую, взрослые не видят предупредительного сигнала, который подают им дети до тех пор, пока не станет слишком поздно
P. S. "Повелитель мух" - так с иврита дословно переводится имя демона Вельзевула. Так что можно считать, что книга называется Вельзевул.
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