Peter / Wendy lines Flashcards
(53 cards)
Tink: This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash.
I don’t know whether you have ever seen a map of a person’s mind.
Wendy: You won’t forget me, Peter? Will you? Before spring cleaning time comes?
Doctors have tried to draw a map of a child’s mind. It is not only confused, but keeps going around all the time.
Tink: …and princes with six elder brothers, and a hut fast going to decay, and one very small old lady with a hooked nose.
It would be an easy map if that were all, but there’s also the first day at school, religion, fathers, the round pond, needlework-
(Everybody lists two “happy thoughts”) #1
-murders, hangings, demonstrative adjectives, chocolate pudding day, getting into braces, cash for pulling out your tooth…
(Everybody lists two “happy thoughts”) #2
Neverlands vary a good deal. Wendy’s is a house of leaves deftly sewn together.
Mrs Darling: Dear nightlights that protect my sleeping child, burn clear and steadfast tonight.
You too have been there; you can still hear the sound of the surf, though you shall land no more. (…)
(though you shall land no more)
…Of all delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact, not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed. (…)
(tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed.)
…When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming, but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very real, so there are night-lights. (…)
(but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very real, so there are night-lights.)
All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up.
Mrs Darling: …but at last Wendy just got through, with mumps reduced to twelve six, and the two kinds of measles treated as one.
Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on for ever. (…)
(they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on for ever.)
…It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. (…)
(so long ago that no star now knows what it was.)
So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder. (…)
(and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder.)
…They are not really friendly to Peter, who had a mischievous way of stealing up behind them and trying to blow them out; but they are so fond of fun that they were on his side to-night, and anxious to get the grown-ups out of the way. (…)
(they were on his side to-night, and anxious to get the grown-ups out of the way.)
…So as soon as the door of 27 closed on Mr. and Mrs. Darling, there was a commotion in the firmament, and the smallest of all the stars in the Milky Way cried out: “Now, Peter!”
Wend: Don’t go Peter! I know such lots of stories.
Hello? Is somebody there? Who’s there? (etc.)
Tiger Lily: Gotcha. You can’t escape.
Are you a pirate?
Tiger Lily: No, I’m not a pirate. I’m a flower, a Tiger Lily. You’re not a pirate now, are you?
I’m lost. I’m a lost boy.
Tiger Lily: I won’t hurt you.
I’m terrified of pirates when Peter is gone.
Tiger Lily: Well, you’re safe now.
I dreamt last night that the prince found Cinderella. I’m dying to find out the end of the story.
Tiger Lily: Who’s Cinderella?
From the story, something about shoes, the deep black lake, and mice with no eyes. We don’t have mothers, but Peter Pan comes back to tell us more of the stories.
Tiger Lily: Oh I know Peter Pan. Are you one of the ones that fell from your crib? You’re safe now.
Peter’s gone away, and I’m frightfully anxious. The only thing I remember about my mother is that she often said to father, Oh how I wish I had a checkbook of my own. (…)
(Oh how I wish I had a checkbook of my own.)
…I don’t know what a checkbook is, but I should just love to give my mother one.
Hello?
Tiger Lily?
Are you there?
Is someone… hello?
Tink: …Unfortunately she could not fly so slowly as they, and so she had to go round and round them in a circle in which they moved as in a halo. Tinker Bell landed first.
He’s back? He’s BACK!
Peter! You came back! What happened?
Did the slipper fit someone, ya know? Did he find her?
Who’s here? Peter?
Peter: Don’t as me. Ask our new mother. Wendy.
Our mother? At last. I’d like to get you your own checkbook.
Hello, I’m one of the lost boys, but you found us anyways.