Read the passage from Lord of the Flies by William Golding."You got to be tough now. Make 'em do what you want.”Ralph answered in the cautious voice of one who rehearses a theorem."If I blow the conch and they don’t come back, then we’ve had it. We shan’t keep the fire going. We’ll be like animals. We’ll never be rescued.”"If you don’t blow, we’ll soon be animals anyway. I can’t see what they’re doing but I can hear.”The dispersed figures had come together on the sand and were a dense black mass that revolved. They were chanting something and littluns that had had enough were staggering away, howling. Ralph raised the conch to his lips and then lowered it.