While I was in the city the other day I found a copy of Peter Pan in a donation bin at the Ronald McDonald house. I realised that, though I knew the story, I had never actually read the book so I had a flick through the first few pages and was hooked. This is a beautiful book. Barrie’s fanciful ideas are presented with a matter of fact-ness that is jarring at first until you give yourself over to the pure fantasy of the story. By the time I got to page six and this scene I was ready to just sit and read the whole thing in one sitting:
There never was a simpler happier family until the coming of Peter Pan.
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. If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.
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