Lord of the Flies

“But I’ve done nothing,” whispered Ralph, urgently. “I only wanted to keep up a fire!”

“Grownups know things,” said Piggy. “They ain’t afraid of the dark. They’d meet and have tea and discuss. Then things ‘ud be all right-“

He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet.