Lord of the Flies Ch. 1 Vocab.
O. Jarvis
Creepers
Proffer
Vines
To make an offer
Effulgence
Efflorescence
Specious
Conch
Enmity
Swathing
Strident
Precentor
Furtive
Matins
Pallidly
Suffusion
Togs
Pliant
Immured
Bastion
Hiatus
Loud or blaring
A fort of projected fortification
Flowering or blooming
False, but seems true
Extreme brightness
To enclose or confined
Pale
A shell
Wrapped in layers
The spreading of a fluid
Being against or hostile towards
Flexible
Morning prayer service
Clothes or robes
A person who leads a congregation in prayer
A break or pause
Secretive
He was clambering heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a bird, a vision of red and yellow, flashed upwards with a witch-like cry; and this cry was echoed by another.
The fat boy waited to be asked his name in turn but this proffer of acquaintance was not made; the fair boy called Ralph smiled vaguely, stood up, and began to make his way once more toward the lagoon.
The note boomed again: and then at his firmer pressure, the note, fluking up an octave, became a strident blare more penetrating than before.
There, where the island pe- tered out in water, was another island; a rock, almost detached, standing like a fort, facing them across the green with one bold, pink bastion.
It was clear to the bottom and bright with the efflorescence of tropical weed and coral.
Ralph had been deceived before now by the specious appearance of depth in a beach pool and he approached this one preparing to be disappointed.
With that word the heat seemed to increase till it became a threatening weight and the lagoon attacked them with a blinding effulgence.
Immured in these tangles, at perhaps their most difficult moment, Ralph turned with shining eyes to the others.
Henry; the choir boy who had fainted sat up against a palm trunk, smiled pallidly at Ralph and said that his name was Simon.
Here the roots and stems of creepers were in such tangles that the boys had to thread through them like pliant needles.
He trotted through the sand, enduring the sun’s enmity, crossed the platform and found his scattered clothes.
The suffusion drained away from Jack’s face.
Sleep enveloped him like the swathing mi- rages that were wrestling with the brilliance of the lagoon.
A conch he called it.
There was a slight, furtive boy whom no one knew, who kept to himself with an inner intensity of avoidance and secrecy.
There came a pause, a hiatus, the pig continued to scream and the creepers to jerk, and the blade continued to flash at the end of a bony arm.
“He did in Gib.; and Addis; and at matins over the precentor.”
“All right, choir. Take off your togs.”
“He did in Gib.; and Addis; and at matins over the precentor.”