«Peter Pan» kitabından alıntılar, sayfa 8
"Oh dear, oh dear," cried Wendy, "I'm sure I sometimes think that spinsters are to be envied."
Secretly Wendy sympathised with them a little, but she was far too loyal a housewife to listen to any complaints against father.
"Father knows best," she always said, whatever her private opinion must be. Her private opinion was that the redskins should not call her a squaw.
Every boy had adventures to tell; but perhaps the biggest adventure of all was that they were several hours late for bed.
It was then that Hook bit him.
Not the pain of this but its unfairness was what dazed Peter. It made him quite helpless. He could only stare, horrified. Every child is affected thus the first time he is treated unfairly. All he thinks he has a right to when he comes to you to be yours is fairness. After you have been unfair to him he will love you again, but will never afterwards be quite the same boy. No one ever gets over the first unfairness; no one except Peter. He often met it, but he always forgot it. I suppose that was the real difference between him and all the rest.
"George," Mrs. Darling entreated him, "not so loud; the servants will hear you." Somehow they had got into the way of calling Liza the servants.
She had found her two older children playing at being herself and father on the occasion of Wendy's birth, and John was saying: "I am happy to inform you, Mrs. Darling, that you are now a mother," in just such a tone as Mr. Darling himself may have used on the real occasion. Wendy had danced with joy, just as the real Mrs. Darling must have done. Then John was born, with the extra pomp that he conceived due to the birth of a male, and Michael came from his bath to ask to be born also, but John said brutally that they did not want any more. Michael had nearly cried. "Nobody wants me," he said, and of course the lady in the evening-dress could not stand that.
Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them. For instance, they may remember to mention, a week after the event happened, that when they were in the wood they had met their dead father and had a game with him
Mrs. Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her children's minds. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day.
А знаешь, почему ласточки строят гнезда под стрехами домов? Чтобы слушать сказки.
Когда кто-то в мире произносит «я не верю, что феи есть», где-то умирает чья-нибудь фея.
