So I was talking to Malcolm on Wednesday about Lord of the Flies and the relationship between being a sociopath and being mentally deranged (which is that, you know, if you’re a sociopath, you’re mentally deranged, but if you’re mentally deranged, you could be a sociopath, or you could be the sort who has tea parties with imaginary people) and I was trying to use Simon as proof of hope for humanity, what with all the crazies on the island.
Malcolm: He talked to the Lord of the Flies.
Me: Yeah, I know, but that was apparently metaphorical.
Malcolm: No, it was a pig’s head. Simon’s just crazy.
Me: …Yeah, okay. Maybe Simon’s the tea-parties-with-imaginary-people sort.
Malcolm: Maybe he had a tea party with the Lord of the Flies.
Mr. Golding, I am so sorry.