"Aren't you going to swim?" Piggy shook his head. "I can't swim. I wasn't allowed. My asthma—" "Sucks to your… — William Golding

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

"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.

"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Do him in!"