'You want a pig,' said Roger, 'like in a real hunt.' 'Or someone to pretend,' said Jack. 'You could get someone to dress up as a pig and then he could act - you know, pretend to knock me over and all that -' 'You want a real pig,' said Robert, still caressing his rump, 'because you've got to kill him.' 'Use a littlun,' said Jack, and everybody laughed.

However Simon thought of the beast, there rose before his inward sight the picture of a human at once heroic and sick.

Jack was on top of the sow, stabbing downward with his knife. Roger found a lodgment for his point and began to push till he was leaning his whole weight. The …

'I'm scared of him [Jack],' said Piggy, 'and that's why I know him. If you're scared of someone you hate him but you can't stop thinking about him. You kid you…

The chant was audible but at that distance still wordless. Behind Jack walked the twins, carrying a great stake on their shoulders. The gutted carcass of a pig…

'My wife's up there (on the roof) poking around like she knows what the fuck she's doing, I fired her ass off onto the fuckin car.' (from 'Roofing')

'What have you been reading, The Gospel according to St. Bastard?!'