Ralph was the epitome of weakness – superficial and mean. He mocked the spiritual and the wise, and was blissfully unaware of his identity from the moment he landed on the island. He craved the respect of barbaric leaders yet desperatly desired control over everyone and everything. He became the beast when his ignorance and uncertainty made him a coward, and yet he somehow escaped the hands of death almost enitrely unscathed. He only embraced maturity with open arms when death looked him in the eyes and taunted him.
Ralph’s innocence and nativity died only when the others did.