As Far As The Novel Is Concerned

His Mind Was Crowded With Memories; Memories Of The Knowledge That Had Come To Them When They Closed In On The Struggling Pig, Knowledge That They Had Outwitted A Living Thing, Imposed Their Will Upon It, Taken Away Its Life Like A Long Satisfying Drink.

They Walked Along, Two Continents Of Experience And Feeling Unable To Communicate.

Which Is Better, Law And Rescue, Or Hunting And Breaking Things Up?

The Trouble Was, If You Were A Chief You Had To Think, You Had To Be Wise.

This Is Our Island. It's A Good Island. Until The Grownups Come To Fetch Us We'll Have Fun.