Humans are naturally made to be complicated.The way we think and behave are so complex that sometimes ourselves even question why. We act so different when we are around with different people, why is that? Why do we hurt and bully other people? Why do we do stupid things when we know in the first place that is stupid ?As the matter of fact, we don’t know us, our true self. In the book, “Lord of the Flies” by William Golding, the author is trying to tell us there is an urge for violence within all of us.
Why do we act so different when we are with different people? is it just simple thing called manners or is it because we are taught to be that way or is it because we are trying to avoid to be yourself and try to conform to this kind of cruel
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Jack’s face was white under the freckles. He noticed that he still held the knife aloft and brought his arm down replacing the blade in the sheath. Then they all three laughed ashamedly and began to climb back to the track. “I was choosing a place,” said Jack. “I was just waiting for a moment to decide where to stab him.” as you can see, Jack was hesitated to kill the pig because he had never killed any living creature. to put in another way, Jack scared of blood. But as the story continued to go on, Jack became more violent and savage,“Then he raised his spear and sneaked forward. Beyond the creeper, the trail joined a pig-run that was wide enough and trodden enough to be a path. The ground was hardened by an accustomed tread and as Jack rose to his full height he heard something moving on it. He swung back his right arm and hurled the spear with all his strength. From the pig-run came the quick,hard patter of hoofs, a castanet sound, seductive, maddening-the promise of meat. He rushed out of the undergrowth and snatched up his spear. The pattering of pig‟s trotters died away in the distance.” (golding 47) in this chapter, jack complete changed to a totally different person, he has no hesitation when encounter the pig, it was just his naturally behaviour. No more scared of blood no more scared of killing, the violence in himself slowly