Ralph moved impatiently. The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise. And then the ocassion slipped by so that you had to grab at a decision. This made you think; because thought was a valuable thing, that got results.
Only, decided Ralph as he faced the chief's seat, I can't think. Not like Piggy.
Once more that evening Ralph had to adjust his values. Piggy could think. He could go step by step inside that far head of his, only Piggy was no Chief. But Piggy, for all his absurd body, had brains. Ralph was a specialist in thought now, and could recognize thought in another.
