Lord of the Flies: Chapter 12

And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose,

Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart,

and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.

Lord of the Flies: Chapter 10

Dartmoor was wild and so were the ponies. 

But the attraction of wildness had gone.

Lord of the Flies: Chapter 8

"I'm not going to play any longer. Not with you."