The fat boy waited to be asked his name in turn but this proffer of acquaintance was not made; the fair boy called Ralph smiled vaguely, stood up, and began to make his way once more toward the lagoon. (pg.9)
He was old enough, twelve years and a few months, to have lost the prominent tummy of childhood and not yet old enough for adolescence to have made him awkward. (pg.10)
Then, with the martyred expression of a parent who has to keep up with the senseless ebullience of the children, he picked up the conch, turned toward the forest, and began to pick his way over the tumbled scar. (pg.38)
the visual property of something having a milky brightness and a play of colors from the surface
Toward noon, as the floods of light fell more nearly to the perpendicular, the stark colors of the morning were smoothed in pearl and opalescence; and the heat-as though the impending sun's height gave momentum-became a blow that they ducked, running to the shade and lying there, perhaps even sleeping. (pg. 58)
For most of the way they were forced right down to the bare rock by the water and had to edge along between that and the dark luxuriance of the forest. (pg.116)