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Tаble 3 Cоmpа-rаtiо Perfоrmance Rating 80-90% 91-110% 111-120% Exceeds Expectations 3% 2% 1% Meets Expectations 2% 2% 1% Below Expectations 1% Table 4 Compa-ratio Performance Rating 80-90% 91-110% 111-120% Exceeds Expectations 9% 5% 3% Meets Expectations 4% 2% 1% Below Expectations Looking at Table 4 compared to Table 3, what might one suppose about the differing philosophies of the two firms?
Directiоns: Select twо excerpts frоm chаpter 5, аnd write one essаy that discusses both excerpts using the prompt below. Prompt: Consider how and why William Golding uses conflict in chapter 5. Write an analytical essay in which you explain how Golding's choices in the text contribute to the novel's larger messages about human nature, civilization, morality, etc. Be sure to use multiple pieces of textual evidence to support your analysis. “We’ve all got to use the rocks again. This place is getting dirty.” He paused. The assembly, sensing a crisis, was tensely expectant. “And then: about the fire.” Jack started to chip a piece of wood with his knife and whispered something to Robert, who looked away. “The fire is the most important thing on the island. How can we ever be rescued except by luck, if we don’t keep a fire going? Is a fire too much for us to make? Look at us! How many are we? And yet we can’t keep a fire going to make smoke. Don’t you understand? Can’t you see we ought to—ought to die before we let the fire out?” There was a self-conscious giggling among the hunters. Ralph turned on them passionately. “You hunters! You can laugh! But I tell you the smoke is more important than the pig, however often you kill one. Do all of you see? We’ve got to make smoke up there—or die. And another thing.” Someone called out. “Too many things.” There came a mutter of agreement. Ralph overrode them. “And another thing. We nearly set the whole island on fire. And we waste time, rolling rocks, and making little cooking fires. Now I say this and make it a rule, because I’m chief. We won’t have a fire anywhere but on the mountain. Ever.” There was a row immediately. Boys stood up and shouted and Ralph shouted back. “Because if you want a fire to cook fish or crab, you can jolly well go up the mountain. That way we’ll be certain.” Hands were reaching for the conch in the light of the setting sun. He held on and leapt on the trunk. “All this I meant to say. Now I’ve said it. You voted me for chief. Now you do what I say.” They quieted, slowly, and at last were seated again. Ralph dropped down and spoke in his ordinary voice. “So remember. The rocks for a lavatory. Keep the fire going and smoke showing as a signal. Don’t take fire from the mountain. Take your food up there.” (80-81) The littluns began to jabber among themselves, then one stood forward. “What’s your name?” “Phil.” For a littlun he was self-confident. “Last night I had a dream, a horrid dream, fighting with things. I was outside the shelter by myself, fighting with things, those twisty things in the trees.” He paused, and the other littluns laughed in horrified sympathy. “Then I was frightened and I woke up. And I was outside the shelter by myself in the dark and the twisty things had gone away.” The vivid horror of this, so possible and so nakedly terrifying, held them all silent. “And I was frightened and started to call out for Ralph and then I saw something moving among the trees, something big and horrid.” He paused, half-frightened by the recollection. “That was a nightmare,” said Ralph. “He was walking in his sleep.” The assembly murmured in subdued agreement. The littlun shook his head stubbornly. “I was asleep when the twisty things were fighting and when they went away I was awake, and I saw something big and horrid moving in the trees.” (84-85) Simon felt a perilous necessity to speak; but to speak in assembly was a terrible thing to him. “Maybe,” he said hesitantly, “maybe there is a beast.” The assembly cried out savagely and Ralph stood up in amazement. “You, Simon? You believe in this?” “I don’t know,” said Simon. His heartbeats were choking him. “But…" The storm broke. "Sit down!" "Shut up!" Ralph shouted. "Hear him! He's got the conch!" What I mean is...maybe it's only us." "Nuts!" That was from Piggy, shocked out of decorum. Simon went on. "We could be sort of..." Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind's essential illness. (89) The conch was snatched from his hands and Piggy’s voice shrilled. “I didn’t vote for no ghosts! Remember that, all of you! What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages? What’s grown-ups going to think? Going off—hunting pigs—letting fires out—and now!” A shadow fronted him tempestuously. “You shut up, you fat slug!” There was a moment’s struggle and the glimmering conch jigged up and down. Ralph leapt to his feet. “Jack! Jack! You haven’t got the conch! Let him speak.” Jack’s face swam near him. “And you shut up! Who are you, anyway? Sitting there telling people what to do. You can’t hunt, you can’t sing—” “I’m chief. I was chosen.” “Why should choosing make any difference? Just giving orders that don’t make any sense—” “Piggy’s got the conch.” “That’s right—favor Piggy as you always do—” “The rules!” shouted Ralph. “You’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?” Ralph summoned his wits. Because the rules are the only thing we’ve got!” But Jack was shouting against him. “Bollocks to the rules! We’re strong—we hunt! If there’s a beast, we’ll hunt it down! We’ll close in and beat and beat and beat—!” He gave a wild whoop and leapt down to the pale sand. At once the platform was full of noise and excitement, scramblings, screams and laughter. “What’s grown-ups going to say?” cried Piggy again. “Look at ’em! Blow the conch, Ralph. You got to be tough now. Make ’em do what you want.” “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.” (91-92)