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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Peter Pan, by James M. Barrie This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions. Author: James M. Barrie, – Illustrator: Arthur This PDF ebook was created by José . difficult to follow Peter Pan's adventures unless you are. Book: Peter Pan. The magical Peter Pan comes to the night nursery of the Darling children, Wendy, John and Michael. The novel was inspired by Barrie's friendship with the Llewelyn Davies family, and the character's name comes from two sources: Peter Llewelyn Davies, one of the boys.
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You see, Wendy, we have no female companionship. Are none of the other children girls? Oh no; girls, you know, are much too clever to fall out of their prams. Peter, it is perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls. John there just depises us.
He then neatly tumbles him out of bed. You wicked! She bends over her brother who is prone on the floor. After all he hasn't wakened, and you meant to be kind.
Having now done her duty she forgets JOHN, who blissfully sleep on. Peter, you may give me a kiss. PETER cynically.
I thought you would want it back.
He offers her the thimble. WENDY artfully. Oh dear, I didn't mean a kiss, Peter. I meant a thimble. PETER only half placated. What is that? It is like this. She leans forward to give a demonstration, but something prevents the meeting of their faces. PETER satisfied. Now shall I give you a thimble? Before he can even draw near she screams.
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What is it? That must have been Tink. I never knew her so naughty before. TINK speaks. She is in the jug again. She says she will do that every time I give you a thimble. But why? PETER equally nonplussed. Why, Tink? He has to translate the answer. She said 'You silly ass' again. She is very impertinent. They are sitting on the floor now. Peter, why did you come to our nursery window?
To try to hear stories None of us knows any stories. How perfectly awful! Do you know why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories. Wendy, your mother was telling you such a lovely story. Which story was it? About the prince, and he couldn't find the lady who wore the glass slipper.
That was Cinderella. Peter, he found her and they were happy ever after. I am glad. They have worked their way along the floor close to each other, but he now jumps up. Where are you going? PETER already on his way to the window.
To tell the other boys. Don't go, Peter. I know lots of stories. The stories I could tell to the boys! PETER gleaming.
Come on! We'll fly. You can fly! How he would like to rip those stories out of her; he is dangerous now. Wendy, come with me. Oh dear, I mustn't. Think of mother. Besides, I can't fly. I'll teach you. How lovely to fly! I'll teach you how to jump on the wind's back and then away we go.
Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me, saying funny things tothe stars. There are mermaids, Wendy, with long tails. She just succeeds in remaining on the nursery floor. Wendy, how we should all respect you.
At this she strikes her colours. Of course it's awfully fascinating! Would you teach John and Michael to fly too? If you like. John, wake up; there is a boy here who is to teach us to fly. Is there? Then I shall get up. He raises his headfrom the floor. Hullo, I am up! Michael, open your eyes. This boy is to teach us to fly. The sleepers are at once as awake as their father's razor;but before a question can be asked NANA'S bark is heard. Out with the light, quick, hide!
When the maid LIZA, who is so small that when she says she will never see ten again one can scarcely believe her, enters with a firm hand on the troubled NANA'S chain the room is in comparative darkness. There, you suspicious brute, they are perfectly safe, aren't they? Every one of the little angels sound asleep in bed. Listen to their gentle breathing. NANA'S sense of smell here helps to her undoing instead of hindering it.
She knows that they are in the room. NANA knows that kind of breathing and tries to break from her keeper's control. No more of it, Nana.
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Wagging a finger at her I warn you if you bark again I shall go straight for master and missus and bring them home from the party, and then won't master whip you just! Come along, you naughty dog. The unhappy NANA is led away. The children emerge exulting from their various hiding-places. In their brief absence from the scene strange things have been done to them; but it is not for us to reveal a mysterious secret of the stage. They look just the same.
I say, can you really fly. He is now over their heads. Oh, how sweet! I 'm sweet, oh, I am sweet! It looks so easy that they try it first from the floor andthen from their beds, without encouraging results. JOHN rubbing his knees. How do you do it? PETER descending. You just think lovely wonderful thoughts and they lift you up in the air.
He is off again. You are so nippy at it; couldn't you do it very slowly once? PETER does it slowly. I 've got it now, Wendy. He tries; no, he has not got it, poor stay-at-home, though he knows the names of all the counties in England and PETER does not know one.
I must blow the fairy dust on you first. Fortunately his garments are smeared with it and he blows some dust on each. Now, try; try from the bed. Just wiggle your shoulders this way, and then let go. I flewed! Oh, lovely! JOHN tending to be upside down. How ripping! I do like it! Look at me, look at me, look at me! They are not nearly so elegant in the air as PETER, but their heads have bumped the ceiling, and there is nothing more delicious than that.
JOHN who can even go backwards. I say, why shouldn't we go out? There are pirates. He grabs his tall Sunday hat. Let us go at once! TINK does not like it. She darts at their hair. From down below in the street the lighted window must present an unwonted spectacle: the shadows of children revolving in the room like a merry-go-round.
This is perhaps what MR. Now come! Breaking the circle he flies out of the window over the trees of the square and over the house-tops, and the others follow like a flight of birds. The broken-hearted father and mother arrive just in time to get a nip from TINK as she too sets out for the Never Land. This is because if you were to see the island bang as Peter would say the wonders of it might hurt your eyes. If you all came in spectacles perhaps you could see it bang, but to make a rule of that kind would be a pity.
The first thing seen is merely some whitish dots trudging along the sward, and you can guess from their tinkling that they are probably fairies of the commoner sort going home afoot from some party and having a cheery tiff by the way.
Then Peter's star wakes up, and in the blink of it, which is much stronger than in our stars, you can make out masses of trees, and you think you see wild beasts stealing past to drink, though what you see is not the beasts themselves but only the shadows of them. They are really out pictorially to greet Peter in the way they think he would like them to greet him; and for the same reason the mermaids basking in the lagoon beyond the trees are carefully combing their hair; and for the same reason the pirates are landing invisibly from the longboat, invisibly to you but not to the redskins, whom none can see or hear because they are on the war-path.
The whole island, in short, which has been having a slack time in Peter's absence, is now in a ferment because the tidings has leaked out that he is on his way back; and everybody and everything know that they will catch it from him if they don't give satisfaction. While you have been told this the sun another of his servants has been bestirring himself. Those of you who may have thought it wiser after all to begin this Act in spectacles may now take them off.
What you see is the Never Land. You have often half seen it before, or even three-quarters, after the night-lights were lit, and you might then have beached your coracle on it if you had not always at the great moment fallen asleep. I dare say you have chucked things on to it, the things you can't find in the morning. In the daytime you think the Never Land is only make-believe, and so it is to the likes of you, but this is the Never Land come true.
It is an open-air scene, a forest, with a beautiful lagoon beyond but not really far away, for the Never Land is very compact, not large and sprawly with tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed. It is summer time on the trees and on the lagoon but winter on the river, which is not remarkable on Peter's island where all the four seasons may pass while you are filling a jug at the well.
Peter's home is at this very spot, but you could not point out the way into it even if you were told which is the entrance, not even if you were told that there are seven of them. You know now because you have just seen one of the lost boys emerge. Theholes in these seven great hollow trees are the 'doors' down to Peter's home, and he made seven because, despite his cleverness, he thought seven boys must need seven doors. The boy who has emerged from his tree is Slightly, who has perhaps been driven from the abode below by companions less musical than himself.
Quite possibly a genius Slightly has with him his home-made whistle to which he capers entrancingly, with no audience save a Never ostrich which is also musically inclined. Unable to imitate Slightly's graces the bird falls so low as to burlesque them and is driven from the entertainment.
Other lost boys climb up the trunks or drop from branches, and now we see the six of them, all in the skins of animals they think they have shot, and so round and furry in them that if they fall they roll.
Tootles is not the least brave though the most unfortunate of this gallant band. He has been in fewer adventures than any of them because the big things constantly happen while he has stepped round the corner; he will go off, for instance, in some quiet hour to gather firewood, and then when he returns the others will be sweeping up the blood. Instead of souring his nature this has sweetened it and he is the humblest of the band.
Nibs is more gay and debonair, Slightly more conceited. Slightly thinks he remembers the days before he was lost, with their manners and customs.
Curly is a pickle, and so often has he had to deliver up his person when Peter said sternly, 'Stand forth the one who did this thing,' that now he stands forth whether he has done it or not. The other two are First Twin and Second Twin, who cannot be described because we should probably be describing the wrong one.
Hunkering on the ground or peeking out of their holes, the six are not unlike village gossips gathered round the pump. Has Peter come back yet, Slightly? No, Tootles, no. They are like dogs waiting for the master to tell them that the day has begun.
I do wish he would come back. I am always afraid of the pirates when Peter is not here to protect us. I am not afraid of pirates. Nothing frightens me. But I do wish Peter would come back and tell us whether he has heard anything more about Cinderella. Slightly, I dreamt last night that the prince found Cinderella. Twin, I think you should not have dreamt that, for I didn't, and Peter may say we oughtn't to dream differently, being twins, you know.
I am awfully anxious about Cinderella. You see, not knowing anything about my own mother I am fond of thinking that she was rather like Cinderella. This is received with derision. All I remember about my mother is that she often said to father, 'Oh how I wish I had a cheque book of my own. My mother was fonder of me than your mothers were of you.
Oh yes, she was. Peter had to make up names for you, but my mother had wrote my name on the pinafore I was lost in. They fall upon him pugnaciously; not that they are really worrying about their mothers, who are now as important to them as a piece of string, but because any excuse is good enough for a shindy. Not for long is he belaboured, for a sound is heard that sends them scurrying down their holes; in a second of time the scene is bereft of human life.
What they have heard from near-by is a verse of the dreadful song with which on the Never Land the prates stealthily trumpet their approach— Yo ho, yo ho, the pirate life, The flag of skull and bones, A merry hour, a hempen rope, And hey for Davy Jones!
A more villainous-looking brotherhood of men never hung in a row on Execution dock. Here, his great arms bare, pieces of eight in his ears as ornaments, is the handsome CECCO, who cut his name on the back of the governor of the prison at Gao. Heavier in the pull is the gigantic black who has had many names since the first one terrified dusky children on the banks of the Guidjo-mo.
Cruelest jewel in that dark setting is HOOK himself, cadaverous and blackavised, his hair dressed in long curls which look like black candles about to melt, his eyes blue as the forget-me-not and of a profound insensibility, save when he claws, at which time a red spot appears in them. He has an iron hook instead of a right hand, and it is with this he claws. He is never more sinister than when he is most polite, and the elegance of his diction, the distinction of his demeanour, show him one of a different class from his crew, a solitary among uncultured companions.
This courtliness impresses even his victims on the high seas, who note that he always says 'Sorry' when prodding them along the flank.
A man of indomitable courage, the only thing at which he flinches is the sight of his own blood, which is thick and of an unusual colour. At his public school they said of him that he 'bled yellow. A holder of his own contrivance is in his mouth enabling him to smoke two cigars at once. Those, however, who have seen him in the flesh, which is an inadequate term for his earthly tenement, agree that the grimmest part of him is his iron claw. They continue their distasteful singing as they disembark— Avast, belay, yo ho, heave to, A-pirating we go, And if we 're parted by a shot We 're sure to meet below!
The captain twists his hook in him. Captain, let go! Put back that pistol, first. Ay, and the sound would have brought Tiger Lily's redskins on us. Do you want to lose your scalp? SMEE wriggling his cutlass pleasantly.
That is true. Shall I after him, Captain, and tickle him with Johnny Corkscrew? Johnny is a silent fellow. Not now. He is only one, and I want to mischief all the seven. Scatter and look for them.
The boatswain whistles his instructions, and the men disperse on their frightful errand. Most of all I want their captain, Peter Pan.
I have waited long to shake his hand with this. Oh, I 'll tear him! SMEE always ready for a chat. Yet I have oft heard you say your hook was worth a score of hands, for combing the hair and other homely uses. If I was a mother I would pray to have my children born with this instead of that his left arm creeps nervously behind him.
He has a galling remembrance. Smee, Pan flung my arm to a crocodile that happened to be passingby. I have often noticed your strange dread of crocodiles. HOOK pettishly. Not of crocodiles but of that one crocodile. He lays bare a lacerated heart. The brute liked my arm so much, Smee, that he has followed me ever since, from sea to sea, and from land to land, licking his lips for the rest of me.
SMEE looking for the bright side. In a way it is a sort of compliment. HOOK with dignity. I want no such compliments; I want Peter Pan, who first gave the brute his taste for me. Smee, that crocodile would have had me before now, but by a lucky chance he swallowed a clock, and it goes tick, tick, tick, tick inside him; and so before he can reach me I hear the tick and bolt.
He emits a hollow rumble. Once I heard it strike six within him. SMEE sombrely. Some day the clock will run down,and then he'll get you. HOOK a broken man.
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Ay, that is the fear that haunts me. He rises. Smee, this seat is hot; odds, bobs, hammer and tongs, I am burning. He has been sitting, he thinks, on one of the island mushrooms, which are of enormous size. But this is a hand-painted one placed here in times of danger to conceal a chimney. They remove it, and tell-tale smoke issues; also, alas, the sound of children's voices. A chimney!
HOOK avidly. Smee, 'tis plain they live here, beneath the ground. He replaces the mushroom. His brain works tortuously. SMEE hopefully. Unrip your plan, Captain. To return to the boat and cook a large rich cakeof jolly thickness with sugar on it, green sugar. There can be but one room below, for there is but one chimney.
The silly moles had not the sense to see that they did not need a door apiece. We must leave the cake on the shore of the mermaids' lagoon. These boys are always swimming about there, trying to catch the mermaids. They will find the cake and gobble it up, because, having no mother, they don't know how dangerous 'tis to eat rich damp cake.
They will die! SMEE fascinated. Shake hands on 't. No, Captain, no. He has to link with the hook, but he does not join in the song. Yo ho, yo ho, when I say 'paw,' By fear they're overtook, Naught's left upon your bones when you.
Have shaken hands with Hook! Frightened by a tug at his hand, SMEE is joining in the chorus when another sound stills them both. It is a tick, tick as of a clock, whose significance HOOK is, naturally, the first to recognise, 'The crocodile!
SMEE follows. A huge crocodile, of one thought compact, passes across, ticking, and oozes after them.
The wood is now so silent that you may be sure it is full of redskins. Peter Pan gives Starkey's hat to the Never Bird to use as a nest. In the part of the story where Peter Pan and the Lost Boys built a house for Wendy on Neverland, Peter Pan stays up late that night to guard her from the pirates, but then the story says: "After a time he fell asleep, and some unsteady fairies had to climb over him on their way home from an orgy.
Any of the other boys obstructing the fairy path at night they would have mischiefed, but they just tweaked Peter's nose and passed on. They are described as being very beautiful and mysterious creatures but equally just as vain and malevolent. Barrie states in the novel Peter and Wendy that the mermaids are only friendly to Peter, and that they will intentionally splash or even attempt to drown anyone else if they come close enough.
It is especially dangerous for mortals to go to Mermaids' Lagoon at night, because that's when the mermaids sing hauntingly in the moonlight and utter strange wailing cries to attract potential victims. The Crocodile is Captain Hook's nemesis. During a sword fight, Peter cut off Hook's right hand and fed it to a crocodile which followed Hook ever since, hungering for more.
The crocodile also swallowed a clock, whose ticking warns Hook of its presence. At the end of the story, Captain Hook falls into the crocodile's mouth and is swallowed whole. Major themes[ edit ] The play's subtitle "The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up" underscores the primary theme: the conflict between the innocence of childhood and the responsibility of adulthood.
Peter has literally chosen not to make the transition from one to the other, and encourages the other children to do the same. However, the opening line of the novel, "All children, except one, grow up", and the conclusion of the story indicates that this wish is unrealistic, and there is an element of tragedy in the alternative.
In particular, Peter lacks the mental capacity for secondary mental representation and cannot recollect the past, anticipate the future, consider two things at once or see things from another person's point of view. He is therefore amnesic, inconsequential, impulsive and callous.
Wendy's flirtatious desire to kiss Peter, his desire for a mother figure, his conflicting feelings for Wendy, Tiger Lily, and Tinker Bell each representing different female archetypes , and the symbolism of his fight with Captain Hook traditionally played by the same actor as Wendy's father , all could possibly hint at a Freudian interpretation see Oedipus complex. Most children's adaptations of the play, including the Disney film, omit any romantic themes between Wendy and Peter, but Barrie's original, his novelisation, the Mary Martin musical, and the and feature films all hint at the romantic elements.
Jeffrey Howard has noted its existential motifs, claiming that Peter Pan is a "precautionary tale for those who fear the responsibilities of living, and the uncertainties of dying," which explores concepts like the inevitability of death, freedom to create our lives, alienation , and the notion that existence lacks any obvious or inherent meaning. May played Liza, credited ironically as "Author of the Play". Grahame, Black Pirate by S.
Spencer, Crocodile by A. Lawton, and the Ostrich by G. Tinker Bell was represented on stage by a darting light "created by a small mirror held in the hand off-stage and reflecting a little circle of light from a powerful lamp"  and her voice was "a collar of bells and two special ones that Barrie brought from Switzerland".
However, a Miss "Jane Wren" or "Jenny Wren" was listed among the cast on the programmes of the original productions as playing Tinker Bell: this was meant as a joke that fooled H. Inspector of Taxes , who sent her a tax demand. Darling the children's father and Captain Hook to be played or voiced by the same actor. Although this was originally done simply to make full use of the actor the characters appear in different sections of the story with no thematic intent, some critics have perceived a similarity between the two characters as central figures in the lives of the children.
It also brings a poignant juxtaposition between Mr. Darling's harmless bluster and Captain Hook's pompous vanity. Cecilia Loftus played Peter in the — production. Pauline Chase took the role from the —07 London season until while Zena Dare was Peter on tour during most of that period.
Jean Forbes-Robertson became a well-known Pan in London in the s and s. The Broadway production starred Maude Adams , who would play the role on and off again for more than a decade and, in the U.
It was produced again in the U. Among musical theatre adaptations, the most successful in the U.
Martin became the actress most associated with the role in the U. Main article: List of works based on Peter Pan The story of Peter Pan has been a popular one for adaptation into other media. The story and its characters have been used as the basis for a number of motion pictures live action and animated , stage musicals, television programs, a ballet, and ancillary media and merchandise.
The best known of these are the animated feature film produced by Walt Disney featuring the voice of year-old film actor Bobby Driscoll one of the first male actors in the title role, which was traditionally played by women ; the series of musical productions and their televised presentations starring Mary Martin , Sandy Duncan , and Cathy Rigby ; and the live-action feature film produced by P.
Hogan starring Jeremy Sumpter. Darling was married in white, and at first she kept the books perfectly, almost gleefully, as if it were a game, not so much as a Brussels sprout was missing; but by and by whole cauliflowers dropped out, and instead of them there were pictures of babies without faces. She drew them when she should have been totting up. They were Mrs.
Darling's guesses. Wendy came first, then John, then Michael. For a week or two after Wendy came it was doubtful whether they would be able to keep her, as she was another mouth to feed. Darling was frightfully proud of her, but he was very honourable, and he sat on the edge of Mrs.
Darling's bed, holding her hand and calculating expenses, while she looked at him imploringly. She wanted to risk it, come what might, but that was not his way; his way was with a pencil and a piece of paper, and if she confused him with suggestions he had to begin at the beginning again.
The awful thing was that Peter thought this funny. You have been wonderfully quick, precious quick!
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Won't take it. Great news, boys, I have brought at last a mother for us all. Oh well, not for ever, but for a whole week. Hide and Seek: Why, we burned your boat. She states, "I lost my heart to the boy who would not grow up. Request one!
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