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William Golding’s unforgettable classic of boyhood adventure and the savagery of humanity comes to Penguin Classics in a stunning Graphic Deluxe Edition with a new foreword by Lois Lowry
 
As provocative today as when it was first published in 1954, Lord of the Flies continues to ignite passionate debate with its startling, brutal portrait of human nature. William Golding’s compelling story about a group of very ordinary boys marooned on a coral island has been labeled a parable, an allegory, a myth, a morality tale, a parody, a political treatise, and even a vision of the apocalypse. But above all, it has earned its place as one of the indisputable classics of the twentieth century for readers of any age.
 
This Penguin Classics Graphic Deluxe Edition features an array of special features to supplement the novel, including a foreword by Lois Lowry, an introduction by Stephen King, an essay by E. M. Forster, an essay on teaching and reading the novel and suggestions for further exploration by scholar Jennifer Buehler, and an extended note by E. L. Epstein, the publisher of the first American paperback edition of Lord of the Flies.
 
For more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1,700 titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.

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William Golding was born in Cornwall, England, in 1911 and educated at Oxford University. His first book, Poems, was published in 1935. Following a stint in the Royal Navy during World War II, Golding wrote Lord of the Flies while teaching school. It was the first of several works, including the novels Pincher Martin, Free Fall, and The Inheritors and a play, The Brass Butterfly, which led to his being awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1983.
 
Lois Lowry is the two-time Newbery Award–winning author of Number the Stars, The Giver Quartet, and numerous other books for young adults.
 
Stephen King is the author of more than fifty books, all of them worldwide bestsellers. He is the recipient of the 2003 National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters and the 2015 National Medal of Arts.
 
Jennifer Buehler is an associate professor of educational studies at Saint Louis University and President of The Assembly on Literature for Adolescents of the National Council of Teachers of English.
 
E. M. Forster was an English writer best remembered for novels including Passage to India, Howards End, and A Room with a View.
 
E. L. Epstein was a literary scholar and book editor who published the first American paperback edition of Lord of the Flies in 1959.

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THE SOUND OF
THE SHELL


THE BOY WITH FAIR HAIR LOWERED HIMSELF down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon. Though he had taken off his school sweater and trailed it now from one hand, his grey shirt stuck to him and his hair was plastered to his forehead. All round him the long scar smashed into the jungle was a bath of heat. He was clambering heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a bird, a vision of red and yellow, flashed upwards with a witchlike cry; and this cry was echoed by another.

    "Hi!" it said. "Wait a minute!"

    The undergrowth at the side of the scar was shaken and a multitude of raindrops fell pattering.

    "Wait a minute," the voice said. "I got caught up."

    The fair boy stopped and jerked his stockings with an automatic gesture that made the jungle seem for a moment like the Home Counties.

    The voice spoke again.

    "I can't hardly move with all these creeper things."

    The owner of the voice came backing out of the undergrowth so that twigs scratched on a greasy wind-breaker. The naked crooks of his knees were plump, caught and scratched by thorns. He bent down, removed the thorns carefully, and turned around. He was shorter than the fair boy and very fat. He came forward, searching out safe lodgments for his feet, and then looked up through thick spectacles.

    "Where's the man with the megaphone?"

    The fair boy shook his head.

    "This is an island. At least I think it's an island. That's a reef out in the sea. Perhaps there aren't any grownups anywhere."

    The fat boy looked startled.

    "There was that pilot. But he wasn't in the passenger cabin, he was up in front."

    The fair boy was peering at the reef through screwed-up eyes.

    "All them other kids," the fat boy went on. "Some of them must have got out. They must have, mustn't they?"

    The fair boy began to pick his way as casually as possible toward the water. He tried to be offhand and not too obviously uninterested, but the fat boy hurried after him.

    "Aren't there any grownups at all?"

    "I don't think so."

    The fair boy said this solemnly; but then the delight of a realized ambition overcame him. In the middle of the scar he stood on his head and grinned at the reversed fat boy.

    "No grownups!"

    The fat boy thought for a moment.

    "That pilot."

    The fair boy allowed his feet to come down and sat on the steamy earth.

    "He must have flown off after he dropped us. He couldn't land here. Not in a place with wheels."

    "We was attacked!"

    "He'll be back all right."

    The fat boy shook his head.

    "When we was coming down I looked through one of them windows. I saw the other part of the plane. There were flames coming out of it."

    He looked up and down the scar.

    "And this is what the cabin done."

    The fair boy reached out and touched the jagged end of a trunk. For a moment he looked interested.

    "What happened to it?" he asked. "Where's it got to now?"

    "That storm dragged it out to sea. It wasn't half dangerous with all them tree trunks falling. There must have been some kids still in it."

    He hesitated for a moment, then spoke again.

    "What's your name?"

    "Ralph."

    The fat boy waited to be asked his name in turn but this proffer of acquaintance was not made; the fair boy called Ralph smiled vaguely, stood up, and began to make his way once more toward the lagoon. The fat boy hung steadily at his shoulder.

    "I expect there's a lot more of us scattered about. You haven't seen any others, have you?"

    Ralph shook his head and increased his speed. Then he tripped over a branch and came down with a crash.

    The fat boy stood by him, breathing hard.

    "My auntie told me not to run," he explained, "on account of my asthma."

    "Ass-mar?"

    "That's right. Can't catch my breath. I was the only boy in our school what had asthma," said the fat boy with a touch of pride. "And I've been wearing specs since I was three."

    He took off his glasses and held them out to Ralph, blinking and smiling, and then started to wipe them against his grubby wind-breaker. An expression of pain and inward concentration altered the pale contours of his face. He smeared the sweat from his cheeks and quickly adjusted the spectacles on his nose.

    "Them fruit."

    He glanced round the scar.

    "Them fruit," he said, "I expect—"

    He put on his glasses, waded away from Ralph, and crouched down among the tangled foliage.

    "I'll be out again in just a minute—"

    Ralph disentangled himself cautiously and stole away through the branches. In a few seconds the fat boy's grunts were behind him and he was hurrying toward the screen that still lay between him and the lagoon. He climbed over a broken trunk and was out of the jungle.

    The shore was fledged with palm trees. These stood or leaned or reclined against the light and their green feathers were a hundred feet up in the air. The ground beneath them was a bank covered with coarse grass, torn everywhere by the upheavals of fallen trees, scattered with decaying coconuts and palm saplings. Behind this was the darkness of the forest proper and the open space of the scar. Ralph stood, one hand against a grey trunk, and screwed up his eyes against the shimmering water. Out there, perhaps a mile away, the white surf flinked on a coral reef, and beyond that the open sea was dark blue. Within the irregular arc of coral the lagoon was still as a mountain lake—blue of all shades and shadowy green and purple. The beach between the palm terrace and the water was a thin stick, endless apparently, for to Ralph's left the perspectives of palm and beach and water drew to a point at infinity; and always, almost visible, was the heat.

    He jumped down from the terrace. The sand was thick over his black shoes and the heat hit him. He became conscious of the weight of clothes, kicked his shoes off fiercely and ripped off each stocking with its elastic garter in a single movement. Then he leapt back on the terrace, pulled off his shirt, and stood there among the skull-like coconuts with green shadows from the palms and the forest sliding over his skin. He undid the snake-clasp of his belt, lugged off his shorts and pants, and stood there naked, looking at the dazzling beach and the water.

    He was old enough, twelve years and a few months, to have lost the prominent tummy of childhood and not yet old enough for adolescence to have made him awkward. You could see now that he might make a boxer, as far as width and heaviness of shoulders went, but there was a mildness about his mouth and eyes that proclaimed no devil. He patted the palm trunk softly, and, forced at last to believe in the reality of the island laughed delightedly again and stood on his head. He turned nearly on to his feet, jumped down to the beach, knelt and swept a double armful of sand into a pile against his chest. Then he sat back and looked at the water with bright, excited eyes.

    "Ralph—"

    The fat boy lowered himself over the terrace and sat down carefully, using the edge as a seat.

    "I'm sorry I been such a time. Them fruit—"

    He wiped his glasses and adjusted them on his button nose. The frame had made a deep, pink "V" on the bridge. He looked critically at Ralph's golden body and then down at his own clothes. He laid a hand on the end of a zipper that extended down his chest.

    "My auntie—"

    Then he opened the zipper with decision and pulled the whole wind-breaker over his head.

    "There!"

    Ralph looked at him sidelong and said nothing.

    "I expect we'll want to know all their names," said the fat boy, "and make a list. We ought to have a meeting."

    Ralph did not take the hint so the fat boy was forced to continue.

    "I don't care what they call me," he said confidentially, "so long as they don't call me what they used to call me at school."

    Ralph was faintly interested.

    "What was that?"

    The fat boy glanced over his shoulder, then leaned toward Ralph.

    He whispered.

    "They used to call me `Piggy.'"

    Ralph shrieked with laughter. He jumped up.

    "Piggy! Piggy!"

    "Ralph—please!"

    Piggy clasped his hands in apprehension.

    "I said I didn't want—"

    "Piggy! Piggy!"

    Ralph danced out into the hot air of the beach and then returned as a fighter-plane, with wings swept back, and machine-gunned Piggy.

    "Sche-aa-ow!"

    He dived in the sand at Piggy's feet and lay there laughing.

    "Piggy!"

    Piggy grinned reluctantly, pleased despite himself at even this much recognition.

    "So long as you don't tell the others—"

    Ralph giggled into the sand. The expression of pain and concentration returned to Piggy's face.

    "Half a sec'."

    He hastened back into the forest. Ralph stood up and trotted along to the right.

    Here the beach was interrupted abruptly by the square motif of the landscape; a great platform of pink granite thrust up uncompromisingly through forest and terrace and sand and lagoon to make a raised jetty four feet high. The top of this was covered with a thin layer of soil and coarse grass and shaded with young palm trees. There was not enough soil for them to grow to any height and when they reached perhaps twenty feet they fell and dried, forming a criss-cross pattern of trunks, very convenient to sit on. The palms that still stood made a green roof, covered on the underside with a quivering tangle of reflections from the lagoon. Ralph hauled himself onto this platform, noted the coolness and shade, shut one eye, and decided that the shadows on his body were really green. He picked his way to the seaward edge of the platform and stood looking down into the water. It was clear to the bottom and bright with the efflorescence of tropical weed and coral. A school of tiny, glittering fish flicked hither and thither. Ralph spoke to himself, sounding the bass strings of delight.

    "Whizzoh!"

    Beyond the platform there was more enchantment. Some act of God—a typhoon perhaps, or the storm that had accompanied his own arrival—had banked sand inside the lagoon so that there was a long, deep pool in the beach with a high ledge of pink granite at the further end. Ralph had been deceived before now by the specious appearance of depth in a beach pool and he approached this one preparing to be disappointed. But the island ran true to form and the incredible pool, which clearly was only invaded by the sea at high tide, was so deep at one end as to be dark green. Ralph inspected the whole thirty yards carefully and then plunged in. The water was warmer than his blood and he might have been swimming in a huge bath.

    Piggy appeared again, sat on the rocky ledge, and watched Ralph's green and white body enviously.

    "You can't half swim."

    "Piggy."

    Piggy took off his shoes and socks, ranged them carefully on the ledge, and tested the water with one toe.

    "It's hot!"

    "What did you expect?"

    "I didn't expect nothing. My auntie—"

    "Sucks to your auntie!"

    Ralph did a surface dive and swam under water with his eyes open; the sandy edge of the pool loomed up like a hillside. He turned over, holding his nose, and a golden light danced and shattered just over his face. Piggy was looking determined and began to take off his shorts. Presently he was palely and fatly naked. He tiptoed down the sandy side of the pool, and sat there up to his neck in water smiling proudly at Ralph.

    "Aren't you going to swim?"

    Piggy shook his head.

    "I can't swim. I wasn't allowed. My asthma—"

    "Sucks to your ass-mar!"

    Piggy bore this with a sort of humble patience.

    "You can't half swim well."

    Ralph paddled backwards down the slope, immersed his mouth and blew a jet of water into the air. Then he lifted his chin and spoke.

    "I could swim when I was five. Daddy taught me. He's a commander in the Navy. When he gets leave he'll come and rescue us. What's your father?"

    Piggy flushed suddenly.

    "My dad's dead," he said quickly, "and my mum—"

    He took off his glasses and looked vainly for something with which to clean them.

    "I used to live with my auntie. She kept a candy store. I used to get ever so many candies. As many as I liked. When'll your dad rescue us?"

    "Soon as he can."

    Piggy rose dripping from the water and stood naked, cleaning his glasses with a sock. The only sound that reached them now through the heat of the morning was the long, grinding roar of the breakers on the reef.

    "How does he know we're here?"

    Ralph lolled in the water. Sleep enveloped him like the swathing mirages that were wrestling with the brilliance of the lagoon.

    "How does he know we're here?"

    Because, thought Ralph, because, because. The roar from the reef became very distant.

    "They'd tell him at the airport."

    Piggy shook his head, put on his flashing glasses and looked down at Ralph.

    "Not them. Didn't you hear what the pilot said? About the atom bomb? They're all dead."

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