Cut his throat! Shed his blood! The beast struggled, broke the ring, and fell over the steep edge of the rock onto the sand at the water's edge. Immediately the crowd rushed after her, poured themselves onto the rock, jumped on the beast, shouted, struck, bit, tore. There were no words or movements except the pulling of teeth and claws” (Golding 153). The death of Simon. His murder, brought on by the boys' excitement and bloodlust, the power to kill and kill whoever they pleased. Simon was in the wrong place at the wrong time and paid with his life for this inevitable mistake. “Somewhere above the dark curve of the world, the sun and moon were pulling, and the film of water on planet Earth stood, bulging slightly on one side as the solid core rotated. The great wave has risen. Softly surrounded by a fringe of bright, curious creatures, itself a silvery form beneath the unwavering constellations, Simon's corpse moved toward the open ocean.