Has It Ever Struck You That Trout

You Were Hidden Behind Walls Of Ice; No Man Had Passed Them; I Broke Them Down And Love Leapt To Love, And You Lie Here, My Beautiful, Love In The Arms Of Its Lover.

When She Expressed A Doubtful Hope That Tinker Bell Would Be Glad To See Her, He Said, ‘who Is Tinker Bell?’ ‘o Peter,’ She Said, Shocked; But Even When She Explained He Could Not Remember. ‘there Are Such A Lot Of Them,’ He Said. ‘i Expect She Is No More.’ I Expect He Was Right, For Fairies Don’t Live Long, But They Are So Little That A Short Time Seems A Good While To Them.

All Children, Except One, Grow Up. They Soon Know That They Will Grow Up, And The Way Wendy Knew Was This. One Day When She Was Two Years Old She Was Playing In A Garden, And She Plucked Another Flower And Ran With It To Her Mother. I Suppose She Must Have Looked Rather Delightful, For Mrs Darling Put Her Hand To Her Heart And Cried, ‘oh, Why Can’t You Remain Like This For Ever!’ This Was All That Passed Between Them On The Subject, But Henceforth Wendy Knew That She Must Grow Up. You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

Peter Was Not Quite Like Other Boys; But He Was Afraid At Last. A Tremour Ran Through Him, Like A Shudder Passing Over The Sea; But On The Sea One Shudder Follows Another Till There Are Hundreds Of Them, And Peter Felt Just The One. Next Moment He Was Standing Erect On The Rock Again, With That Smile On His Face And A Drum Beating Within Him. It Was Saying, "to Die Will Be An Awfully Big Adventure.

She Was A Lovely Lady, With A Romantic Mind And Such A Sweet Mocking Mouth. Her Romantic Mind Was Like The Tiny Boxes, One Within The Other, That Come From The Puzzling East, However Many You Discover There Is Always One More; And Her Sweet Mocking Mouth Had One Kiss On It That Wendy Could Never Get, Though There It Was, Perfectly Conspicuous In The Right-hand Corner.