My comments on the growing violence in the first two chapters of the lord of the flies.

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My comments on the growing violence in the

first two chapters of the lord of the flies

Golding’s novel begins with a hint of violence and confusion;

“All around him the long scar smashed into the jungle,”

The ‘scar’ to which Golding refers is mysterious and at the moment we can only speculate about how it was formed. The ‘scar’ may be an indicator to what will happen to the boy we are introduced to at the start of the novel. Around the island there are more signs of violence, for instance Golding mentions the coarse grass which is rough underfoot leading to a palm tree grave yard. The fallen palm trees are another indicator about the violence already on the island. They may symbolise that nothing grows old there and the boy may follow suit.

The island can also deceive; it gives the boy a huge, warm pond which was described as a ‘huge bath’. From these first couple of pages I have already found out that the island is something to be wary of, and things may not be as inviting as they seem.

When the novelty of the island wore off, the seriousness dawned on them. One boy named piggy claimed that the atom bomb had killed everyone and whimpered ‘We may stay here till we die.’ Golding went on to write;

“With that word the heat seemed to increase till it became a threatening weight and the lagoon attacked them with blinding effulgence.”

Golding’s mention of the heat being a ‘threatening weight’ and the lagoon ‘attacking’ the boys is further proof of the growing violence. By personifying the lagoon Golding may be trying to inject more violence into the boy’s surroundings.

Just after demonising the island Golding mentions the good parts of the island, for instance the inviting ‘green shade’, which he goes on to do throughout the book in an attempt to balance it out.

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A couple of pages later the two boys, Ralph and Piggy, find a conch. From a distance it appears to hold no evil and the boys are drawn towards it in a frenzy of excitement. Once it is fished out of the water they look on the conch as the purest item on earth, but as we found out earlier in the novel, things are not always as they seem;

“In colour the conch was deep cream, touched here and there with faded pink. Between the point, worn away into a little hole, and the pink lips of ...

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