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Segments from the Journal of Patrick Eugene Garrison By: Chie Theresa Fujioka on 10/21/2001; 5:26 PM *VW: I am a big BIG fan of the book Lord of the Flies by William Golding. This was an assignment, but I think I enjoyed writing it because I had an enormous amount of freedom with it. Unfortunately, I think if I had more time, I might have taken it down a different path. But if you read the book...* June 28, 1953 (Thats the date we got here, I think) About a week later: I have been stuck on this island so long, it is making me sick. Of course I dont let the others know that. Its bad enough that they call me Piggy. They are such fools, acting like a pack of kids. Why did I have to be here with them? Just two days before yesterday, they foolishly just built a fire on the mountain. They practically burnt the whole island down! It was all Ralphs idea, but he really didnt think it out. He has a little sense, but all the boys just mess up all his plans. He wanted to build huts but nobody really cares. The conch really should be mine, but even Ralph claims it. After all, I knew what it was. What made me really mad was that he told everyone that I was Piggy, and then wouldnt let me go to explore the island. Well, he has his faults but hes a lot better than the others. The others are so incompetent, we will probably never be rescued and end up dead. I really dont care about them. Next day: Ralph isnt the worst of the group Jack is horrible. Everywhere he goes, his black shadows follow him. I know he hates me, all he loves is hunting. Sometimes I see him watching me He is always urging Ralph to make rules and then breaks them himself. He and his hunters are always prowling around, catching the occasional pig and using up whatever resources we have. On top of it all, they dont help any with the work. I can barely do anything with my asthma, and all the littluns run off to build sandcastles, get fruit, or something else. The others treat the littluns like nothing, they already killed one in the fire. There is a rumor of a beast. I hope we get rescued soon. Next morning: I found the littluns corpse among the creepers today. I didnt tell Ralph. He already feels bad enough about Jacks crew letting the fire out to hunt. He saw a ship on the horizon. We could have been rescued, but no Jack has to be his irresponsible self and let the fire out for pig meat we could easily get in England. Not only that, they broke my specs! I cant see without them! Ralph gave m a portion of his meat though. He is probably trying to make up for everybody being so mean. I think actually I know, that Jack enjoys hating me I have to go. Ralph is blowing the conch. (ch2) Later that day: Im still so scared from this afternoon. I was sitting in the jungle eating fruit when all of a sudden Jack and Roger burst upon me and stab the ground beside me with their spears. I could swear that I saw Jacks eyes burning like the forest fire behind his mask of mud. Jack told me that next time he wouldnt miss on purpose. I know he means it I have this feeling that he really is going to kill me from the way he gets mad at me. He is so obsessed with pigs blood, his hunger for it will soon be insatiable. If it werent for the stupid pigs, wed be rescued by now. The hunters are so crazy about their job that they are making up some chant. Maurice danced in their little circle and they pretended to beat him. Next thing, I bet they are going to kill someone. (ch4) Next Evening: Simon is such a dimwit. The littluns say there is a beast, but there isnt. Simon thinks that it is us, but that is just ridiculous. Everyday we become more like animals and beasts. One day when were rescued, nobody will recognize us at the rate were going. (ch5) Samneric said they saw the beast, so Ralph, Simon, and Jack left to investigate. Of course they left me to watch all those littluns while they go off and search for something that never existed. It makes me so mad. Next Morning: Simon told me that yesterday they used Robert as a pig in their dance and almost killed him! This is crazy! Ralph, Jack, and Roger went to look for the beast, and they claim that it exists. What are we going to do about the signal fire??? Ralph unwisely insulted Jacks hunters by calling them boys with sticks. Then Jack called a meeting and said a pack of lies about Ralph, calling him a coward. He said that Ralph was like me. He meant it as an insult, Im sure. Jack wanted to be the chief, but nobody voted for him. He began to cry and then said that he was going to make his own group, over which hed be chief. This is all we need. That Evening: Ralph is still worried about Jack. He didnt listen to a single word I said. I cant believe he wants Jack to come back. All hed do is mess our plans further. Simon, the crackpot, tried to suggest something, but he barely could even get it out of his mouth. So I finally suggested building the fire right on the beach. More of the boys snuck away, but we can get along without them. Jacks group raided us for fire! Him and two of his followers grabbed it for his feast that he invited us to. Now Ralphs forgetting things and we all want meat. We decided to go to Jacks party, maybe some will come back with us Dawn, the next day: Simon is dead. Ralph almost convinced the boys to leave Jack, but then he had them do the dance. Simon stumbled in, and Ralph is going crazy. Hes just laughing and he wont stop. they stole my glasses! I am going to ask Jack to give them back. I know I cant force him to, but maybe hell still have a sense of right William Goldings Note: In September, a British Naval Officer came to me with a very odd tale. It was about some boys stranded on an island who turned wild and murderous before rescue. Interestingly, he produced this journal, supposedly written by one of the boys who died. When asked what happened to all the other boys, he told me that, curiously enough, all, except a boy named Bill, had drowned when his ship was bombed WWII. Although I believe his story to probably be a hallucination of some sort, this story outlined by the journal and the officer seemed quite fitting for the time. Rousseaus idea of the natural goodness was extremely popular, and schools called experiment houses were developing all over England with the idea of recreating the noble savage. It occurred to me that this kind of story was just the kind of wake-up call the world needed. I hope it had the desired affect.
RE: Segments from the Journal of Patrick Eugene Garrison By: Evan on 4/7/2001; 3:27 PM He He! I liked the book a lot and liked your story as well. I get that chant stuck in my mind and sometimes say it at random "Kill the pig, cut his throat spill his blood." Although I guess it was not funny within the context of the book but out of context its hilarious. As far as I can remember it was a good book. If you really liked it, you'll probably like Heart of Darkness. Joseph Conrad's story has a really similar theme to the Lord of the Flies.
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