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@RachelS, do u know the link to the animation the second video of lesson 9 uses? It looks interesting and I want to try it out. Thx
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Q: What do you think is more true, that the boys bring evil to the island or that the island exerts an evil influence on them? Explain your answer with reference to the text and the wider context of the book.
A: The island exerts an evil influence is truer.
The boys came from civilization and can choose democratic ways to think about the countermeasures at the beginning. Ralph was picked as Chief. He gave everyone a job so that they could be organised. Jack and some of the biguns were to help him hunt and keep a fire up so passing ships would see their smoke. Because of the rain and the wind, and the irresistible starvation, all of Jack’s group went hunting instead, because they wanted meat badly. Unfortunately, that was when a ship passed the island. Because there is no fire, the boys weren’t spotted.
The boys (Ralph and Jack) then got into an argument. From there on, the two ‘leaders’, Ralph and Jack, and the entire group divided into two parts.
The confliction between the two groups were getting fiercer.
Jack never wanted to be evil, he was only a bit bossy and arrogant at first. But he got more and more savage.
After they had accidentally killed Simon, Jack did not feel very guilty. Near the end, Jack went to steal Piggy’s glasses so that he could make cooking fire, and he did it violently. Piggy wanted the glasses back, and Roger killed him by tumbling a rock. Also, he wanted to kill Ralph by tumbling rocks, setting fire to the island, and using wooden spears.
People change from good to evil in certain circumstances, and in this case, it is the island.
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The Forsaken Ferris Wheel
A forsaken, geriatric Ferris wheel, covered in ivy and gnarled branches, stood its ground on the sodded meadow. The tracks curled above me like the rigid spines of the aged. The metal was rusted and it creaked in the gale. An overgrown tree grew in the middle of the Ferris wheel and its branches supported the Ferris wheel’s whole weight, so that it wouldn’t have the chance to topple. The gaudy, colourful lights were gone, and bazars disappeared. People rarely come here anymore, except for the workers, who would come to check the Ferris wheel was still in one piece. All around, oak trees and coppices grow, their leaves were viridescent and rich.
I came here to see the Ferris wheel I used to go on. This meadow used to be a theme park, but now, because people began to lose interest in coming here, it closed.
From time to time, crickets would chirp merrily in the fescues, and then to be answered by another. Small creatures such as hedgehogs, squirrels, mice and shrews would turn around and stare at me with inquisitive eyes; they do not fear men, as they see so few. In the distance, the mountain was capped with haze. Birds fluttered past my vision, and they sang together like an orchestra. The saffron-yellow sun beamed down at me, the sky was azure, and I felt the tranquillity of this place.
I thought back to this theme park I used to go. People flock here with beaming smiles, bright eyes and excited voices. The merry-go-round was packed, if not overflowed, by zealous children. Rollercoasters, Pirate Ships were full of screaming teenagers and adults. The Ferris wheel, the one before me, used to gleam brightly in the darkness with kaleidoscopic lights. But now, it was decaying slowly.
I sat up, and drifted away from my recollections. The sun was setting, casting a long silhouette behind my back. Birds flew back to their nests to feed their young. It was getting cold; the wind tore at my face, and I need to put my coat on. I began to walk back the way I had come, ducking under the low-sweeping vines and stepping away from stray logs that had fallen down. The coarse grass reached as high as my thigh, I trekked my way through. A cricket jumped in front of me, and I dived for it. I laughed merrily as it squirmed in my gentle grip. When I released it, the cricket bounced away as quick as a peregrine falcon.Autumn leaves crunched under my feet, and I began whistling a tune. I turned around and shielded my eyes from the sun. The forsaken, geriatric Ferris wheel, the one children used to love, was only a tiny dot in the distance.
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