Lord of the Flies, Chapter 7

Shadows and Tall Trees

Epileptic Dullness

I want these seizures to go away. It hurt my fingers today when I gripped the rock. Maybe I can try to avoid it, or maybe try to tell when it is about to start so I can move away from anything that may cause me harm during my seizures. When I was telling Ralph that he would make it back okay, I could tell I was confusing him with my arched back, strained neck, and choked mouth. He was probably wondering what I was doing that for, but I was actually having a seizure. Epilepsy sucks, because you could be talking to someone and out of nowhere you could start thrashing all over the place. The worst part is that everybody will stare at you, and not know what to do.

I think that Jack may hate Ralph, but his hate for him is only drawing them closer. When Jack was leading the hunt, everything was handy-dandy. But when Ralph said that he would lead us to the signal fire, Jack threw a poorly conceiled hissy fit. I can understand liking and wanting to be in charge, but you don't have to be the alpha dog in every single stinkin' situation. It is just not necessary. Jack needs to get his head together, and stop trying to bring back the bravado of his first kill.

Ralph used to look like a kid, but now he has an impervious gaze that never changes, and is a dun "bundle of joy". I myself liked him better when we first arrived on the island, because he was more fun and didn't have to try to understand the littluns, 'cause he already understood. His childlike behavior of playing rugger and laughing with everyone was replaced by some sort of windy zombie. It seems that everyone else has turned to their darker side, (especially Jack), except for Piggy and Ralph. Piggy hasn't changed a bit, but Ralph has. But I know that deep down, he is still that nutjob of a pre-teen; I just hope it can come back out after we are rescued.