There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
Which is better--to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
Maybe there is a beast… maybe it's only us.
The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages. We're English, and the English are best at everything.