Piggy Diary Entry Essay
Dear Diary (entry two), things have not gotten better; in fact they might have worsened. Ralph called a meeting to discuss how nobody was doing his assigned tasks, and instead they were running wild or playing around. Then he threatened us saying that if we do not keep the signal fire we will be stuck on the island with the beast. I do not know how I feel about the beast but I do know that it is causing me a lack of repose. The stories the littluns have told about the beast sounds pretty compelling, however I don’t presume there is a beast. Piggy told me that “Life id scientific, that’s what it is…I know there isn’t no beast” (Golding 76). Piggy is extremely intellectual, so if he said there is no beast there mustn’t be a beast. I do have an uncanny feeling that if there is a beast it is Jack or he is secretly doing something malevolent. I do sense a tension between
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Yesterday Ralph, Piggy, and I were assaulted in the night. Jack and his hunters buffeted us, and during the whole process they stole Piggy’s glasses! He needs them to see so we stormed over to Castle Rock to ask for them back. Then the worst thing happened…they rolled a boulder onto Piggy and he was killed. Over the past weeks I had grown close to Piggy and once he was murdered I had finally understood it all, Piggy was the one who smiled at me during the first meeting. I had then remembered him pulling me out of the crashed plane while I was half passed out. He had saved me and I stood there and had watched him die. My mom used to tell me that I didn’t have a temper and wouldn’t get mad (wow once I speak of my mom I realize I have forgot about other life on the Earth). I am angry though; I abhor Jack for killing my friend, he deserves the worst. I still remember Piggy saying, “Which is better–to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is?” (Golding 206), Piggy had always stood up for Ralph and I had admired
Yesterday Ralph, Piggy, and I were assaulted in the night. Jack and his hunters buffeted us, and during the whole process they stole Piggy’s glasses! He needs them to see so we stormed over to Castle Rock to ask for them back. Then the worst thing happened…they rolled a boulder onto Piggy and he was killed. Over the past weeks I had grown close to Piggy and once he was murdered I had finally understood it all, Piggy was the one who smiled at me during the first meeting. I had then remembered him pulling me out of the crashed plane while I was half passed out. He had saved me and I stood there and had watched him die. My mom used to tell me that I didn’t have a temper and wouldn’t get mad (wow once I speak of my mom I realize I have forgot about other life on the Earth). I am angry though; I abhor Jack for killing my friend, he deserves the worst. I still remember Piggy saying, “Which is better–to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is?” (Golding 206), Piggy had always stood up for Ralph and I had admired